Fleeting*| Venture #2 Cassidy Maxwell

A delicate, white butterfly fleets in and out of the contrasted deep green sage brush. The sage blooms with luminous yellow flowers that overwhelm the bush. The butterfly seems overwhelmed too with the copious amount of blooms. I assume the butterfly is a female because of her beauty.
she floats over the blooms trying to decide which one has the sweetest nectar. Deciding which one can tempt her to land. After tedious searching, she lands. A sudden pause which catches me by surprise. she sits still on the flower, (one of the only times a butterfly is still) extracting nectar from the internal bloom. As she is distracted by sweet I attempt to move in closer. Her white silhouette last only a moment against the sage. Moment now gone I stare at the once occupied space. The wind has picked up and she moves with it; for ever more fluttering about, collecting sweet nectar. In order to survive she must keep drinking.