Bluestone butterfly


Went out for my normal evening walk. I notice the nights are coming quicker as summer is slowly slipping into fall. The trees are still holding up though. They haven’t started sporting this year’s Fall fashion of colours yet. The dying light brings on an early silence as I stroll through the farmer’s fields. I pass several cows enjoying a late evening graze. A few of them stop to watch me pass. Not long after, the bats let me know they are here. A couple of them dive-bomb around my head chasing tiny insects. The last of the daylight fades. Somewhere in a distant tree, I here an owl getting ready for its nighttime business. I linger for a while, not yet ready to face the streetlights of my town.

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