Like Butterflies Crossing The Interstate

A meditation on life, death, and luck

Photo by Gary Bendig on Unsplash

Queen Anne’s Lace swaying in a late July breeze, two miles of traffic creeping along at a snail’s pace, and a lemon-yellow butterfly dipping and tasting wildflowers along the interstate. On any other day, at any other time, the butterfly would find herself smashed against the grill of a car or perhaps the shield of a motorcyclist’s helmet. But today, at…