Zenitopia

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The sun was warm, enticing, shining through her office window and warming her back through the glass. It made a bit of a glare on the computer screen, and she turned around with the intent to close the blinds and finish work, when a butterfly alighted on the tree branch just outside her window.

She watched it for a long moment, saw its wings slowly opening and closing. It wasn’t particularly pretty, not a monarch or anything, but it compelled her to watch, nevertheless. She realized she was timing her breathing to the fragile creature’s movements.

In the space of a moment, she decided to shut down her work for the day, and go outside.

The grass had never seemed greener, the air never cleaner, the world never brighter. She sat cross-legged on one of the lawn chairs.

And a butterfly landed on her head.