Blue Butterfly

"This will be a good spot for tonight". I murmer to myself.

The whooshing of automobiles have died down to a revving hum as loud as the electricity lines. Just gentle tranquility is left now and thats what I want.

Sighing, I break the silence to lay down my trusty army green canvas sleeping bag which I immedietly flop onto. It's soft greeness washes out all my grief. Then I stop myself. I don't want cry right now; first check, is there anyone here?

No.

Will it rain?

Hope not!

I chuckle to myself and look at the stars. There is one that twinkles into my eyes everytime: Orion.

"Orion, thank-you for bringing me your brother". Chuckling once more although I gently scold myself in my mind once again.

After last night it's obvious that dawn is getting earlier everyday and theotorically so should my bedtimes...theotorically. I practised until around 3am only to be given my payback by the birds two hours later. Haha definitely not the best idea!

Quietened, I crawl into my sleeping bag and I can almost feel my Mum kissing me goodnight, smell her berry scent, hear her beautiful words lulling me to dream of greater things:

"Night night my little caterpillar. Spread your wings and wake up as a beautiful butterfly darling".

Next, would come the caress on my cheek and me stoking it in return.

I turn over and bleed out the salt from my eyes. Same as every night.