An Old Dog’s Tale: A midsummer’s day tells of change and continuity

Summer's profusion of flowers and greenery are already transitioning into maturity, hinting at bigger seasonal changes in the months ahead.

I saw a butterfly with a broken wing, and I knew that soon it would die. I saw flowers with colors of rare beauty, fading in the daring breeze. I felt the broken brown needles of a fir tree, falling on my skin.

These are the gathering days of summer, of course, Things being born, new days of promise being molded, everything new. But the butterfly, the flowers, the trees: I felt uncomfortable.

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