if it was warm enough for a butterfly, i'm sure one would've appeared.

there's a chill in the air outside, the grass half frozen. i look up to the night sky staring - trying to find some sort of answer to my problems in the blanket of clouds. all of a sudden the full moon is playing peek-a-boo with me. she's flirting with the clouds. i let out a laugh. how dare i think i was alone. i took a seat on the earth, and within seconds i found myself sprawling out reverse hugging the ground. the clouds continued covering her face, contorting the beams she was trying to send to me. luna and i conversed through the clouds for what seemed like hours without exchanging a verbal word. in reality only 15 minutes had passed. everytime i took a breath, silver misty light filled my lungs replacing the black, blue and red that had filled me. i no longer felt like myself. it was as if i had taken on something or someone new. completely overpowered i closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. as i opened my eyes a very faint tingle brushed my face. i looked back up realizing all the clouds had completely stopped moving leaving the moon exposed for almost an entire minute. a huge calm, sense of life, and a newly found awareness washed over my entire being. the wet grass i had been laying on wasn't just plain old grass anymore, it was alive. it danced under my fingers when i brushed my hand against it to pick myself up off the ground. i had looked down for a brief second to take a closer look at the grass. just as i turned my gaze upward to give luna my gratitude the sky began to shift back into the unrecognizable shades of blues and greys it had been when i first arrived in the field.