As the day dawned I found a newly emerged mourning cloak butterfly and held him for the briefest of moments. He flexed his wings in the sunlight and took off into the sky.

I left to go to another city about 2 hours away to drop off a painting for a show. The woman who greeted me was a bit reserved. She did not remark on the work or offer a friendly word. Instead she looked me up and down with a cold eye. It made me nervous about a conference I am attending and presenting at that goes along with the show. I will have to prove myself to them, that I am worthy of being there.

When I got home I found that Nella my rabbit was dead. She was laying in the bottom of her cage. She had a birth defect that needed medication and because of it was constantly having trouble. Her death was still rather unexpected. Let's all hope it is not an omen, just a passing as things do. I buried her in the dirt, laying her gently into the earthy hole. Letting it swallow her white body up with each shovel full of dirt. I realized how worn out I really am and reluctant to find sorrow again. A rainbow filled the sky as the storms passed and the sun set. A red rainbow, a day of transformations and endings.