I have recently been on nights.
One evening I came across one little pink winged creature floating past me. I stopped. To my surprise there were hundreds of fluttering butterflies landing on the wild grasses along my walk to the bus.
It was magnificent.
They had clearly all just become these beautiful delicacies as there were remnants of cocoons everywhere.
I felt privileged to be a witness to something so amazing, especially as not many people walk through this particular field, and so I felt like I was peering into a world the great masses don't even glimpse.
And then there they were, again, in the morning...