Blues

Early morning before the sun would break out, I went down to the fields to find the butterflies.
I could not find any, maybe because the flowers had all faded because of the dry season.
When I walked back, my eye suddenly fell on a small group of, at least ten butterflies, waiting to have their wings dry enough to be able to take their wings.
It was such a enchanting moment to see these ten or more butterflies sitting so close to each other on a square meter.