A spiritual experience.
I have a few friends who say things I think, but am maybe not brave enough to voice myself.
A couple of months ago at a Rosy Retreat my friend Natalie said the light on the farm during the golden hour was almost like a spiritual experience. I nodded and grinned, knowing exactly what she meant.
Earlier this week, this little moment came along.
I spotted two butterflies, bold in their beauty, from a distance. Chasing butterflies is a little game the girls and I play every time we're outside, seeing who can get the closest. This day I just happened to have my camera and the butterflies just happened to be busy enough for me to capture them up close. Like, really close.
I snapped a picture or two, then three or four more. I must have been holding my breath almost the entire time, shivers running up and down my arm.
I have never captured a butterfly in this way. A spiritual experience for me, indeed.
I suppose there are the naysayers who would quote stats about the number of good butterfly pictures already taken and put out into the world. I suppose they might even say this was just luck, or a "good shot".
That's all-right. For me though, this was angels or God or something from the Heavenlies sending a hopeful, surprising, beautiful sign on the first day of autumn that a breath of fresh air had arrived.
Dear autumn, what other lovelies do you have up your sleeve?