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Looking up I could barely spot a group of about 6 little white butterflies dancing above a 100 foot evergreen tree. They swirled around in relatively the same spot until taking off in the direction of mount ranier. When they flutter their wings, it looks like the sky is shimmering with glitter, like mother nature’s confetti or something. When the butter flies get too distant and I can no longer parse the shimmer from the clear blue back drop, I started to see little white spots in the sky. After starting at the uniform blue sky and seeing the sparkle of a tiny white wing after a few second of nothing, my mind started to insert white spots into the blue sky without my permission. My eyes darted across the sky, seeing butterflies that weren’t there, and some that were—maybe—I didn’t know. All I knew is that it was a cool trick. The breeze picked up slightly and a tall tree next to the one where the butterflies were dancing released a whole new batch of butterflies into the sky. They shimmered with equal brilliance of the first few, but were hundreds in numbers, all drifting in the same relative direction. I thought about how much the wind affects the flight of a butterfly, but then as some of them started to fall I realized that they were just leaves that had blown off the tree, dreaming of being a butterfly, and living the dream until they either fluttered out of sight, or hit the ground. I couldn’t help up think of skydiving.

Have you ever noticed dogs seem to have a set level of energy, like a quota or something? Big dog’s are really chill because all of their energy is spread out over their whole body, and they just lope around and lick your hand and stuff. But little dogs, all their energy is compacted into this tiny little body, so their eyes are always wide open and they skitter around yapping “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WOAH EVERYTHING IS MOVING SO FAST AND BRIGHT AND I NEED TO KNOW YOUR NAME I’M HUNGRY YOU’RE SCARING ME STAY AWAY STAY AWAY COME BACK I HATE YOU YOU’RE THE BEST I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD!”

At 3:44am, when it’s still pitch dark, a bird started chirping. I wonder if birds ever have nightmares and can’t go back to sleep. Around 4:15 I took video of the glowing orange sky over the familiar hill in the near distance, and of the moon which shone brightly still. The cute little birds that you wouldn’t mind feeding start chirping around 4:00. I primarily wanted to catch audio of the birds chirping for any future audio/visual needs. The sunrise is gorgeous and floods straight in through the front windows. The day fills up so quickly with light, but the the big ugly birds wake up with the sun, and ruin the soundtrack. I stare at that hill every day, and now I’ll never look at it the same, having watched it be formed out of darkness under the softness of the sunrise, and flourish in the vibrance of the full, living morning.

Someone once wrote “We are all alone on this planet.” I never bothered to read it.