The butterflies followed me here, to my new home.  In fact, they keep following me everywhere.  It is a good feeling, being traced by butterflies.  But I have questions:

How much will do butterflies exert against the currents of the breeze?  They seem so insubstantial, and yet they alight on the flowers they need to find to live.  Are they just along for the ride, doing the best they can, lucky to be born in a large field of milkweed, so that no matter how fickle the invisible currents, a meal is always nearby?  Or are they dancing with a partner who spins them joyfully into a fierce unknown?

Or are butterflies and moving air one and the same?