“Go west young man, go west.”
“To the hills and ocean beyond,” I finished, smiling. ”I thought it was time for you to move on.”
“Not yet.” Wings brushed my cheek. ”There’s still some sunshine left to be soaked in.”
“Where do you go when it gets cold?” I turned, the orange wings tipped with red from the brush of the sunset.
“Here and there. Everywhere.” The annotate twitched mischievously. ”Where do you go?”
“Wherever I can find sunshine.” I closed my eyes, soaking up the last rays of the day.
“Then we shall be neighbors.”
“Did you hear the news?” I stared at the inside of my eyelids, the news unable to contain my lips from curving into a smile.
“Exciting, is it not?”
“If you’re not scared, you’re not creating.” Tiny feet prodded my skin. ”It’s only when you take a leap of faith that you move at all.”
“You know I hate change.” I scowled, the sunset gone.
“Change is change and is always changing. One change may be good while one may be bad, but things will change regardless.” The wings opened and folded. “You can change and adapt or stay stuck and the world will change around you. Either way, it’s still change.”
Before I could comment, the butterfly’s wings kissed my cheek. ”Speaking of change, it’s time.”
I bit my lip. ”So soon?”
“From fall comes winter,” the butterfly reminded me. “I must go where the sun goes.”
As he floated west towards the last orange ribbons woven near the edge of starry blanket, I whispered, “I’ll be there soon.”
He never said a word, but I could hear his smile.
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