the clouds are smokey
Last year around this time I posted a photo of a butterfly I found being eaten by a wasp. At the time I thought it was symbolic of the seasonal change and days growing shorter and darker earlier. In retrospect, it could have been an omen for the apocalyptic year we are having. This year, I’ve only spotted lively, fluttering butterflies. Hopefully they are a sign that next year will be better.
those icy shadows reach further out