In spring, when the world wakes up from its winter slumber and the city is at its most beautiful, she particularly enjoyed walking through the city in the morning. As she crossed the picturesque little streets towards her favourite café, she noticed a splash of colour flying through the air. She was delighted to discover that it was a butterfly, its wings a pale pink colour.
Enchanted by its beauty, she followed the butterfly as it danced gracefully among the flowers. Its wings shimmered in the sunlight and spread a soft glow that seemed to light up the whole path. It was as if she had stumbled across a creature from a fairy tale. Read more in comments 🌸

Fascinated by its ethereal beauty, she decided to follow it a little way, and it almost seemed as if the butterfly was beckoning her to do so. With every step she took, she felt like she was part of something truly magical.
At one point, she stretched out her finger and watched in amazement and awe as it settled on it with gentle wing beats. In that moment, she realised the true beauty of spring – the beauty of renewal, transformation and the simple pleasures that nature offers.
For a few precious moments, the little butterfly sat there as if it had never sat anywhere else, until it gently lifted off again and fluttered away. She watched it for a long time, dreamy and knowing that in the fleeting moments of spring, every flap of a butterfly’s wings could be pure magic. 🔆🌼🦋