I had a lovely autumn run this morning. It was about 55 degrees or so. It was the early morning time and thus not many individuals were out and about but some were getting their morning coffee or gathering for brunch or walking to church. There is just nothing like getting up before the world rises on the weekend and then watching the world rise. It's almost like watching tiny cocoons in many different neighborhood trees coming out from a slumber but taking flight from many different places in many different ways. 

I saw many butterflies flying together or in partner pairs or sometimes just contemplating life by themselves before the rest of the world was shook from their sleep. As I headed near the last mile of my run I crossed the bloomfield  bridge on the left side, and I saw many butterflies talking to one another (certainly without homes) but lovely people nevertheless. One was drawing pictures on his sketchpad and the other was holding a sign and a third friend came up from overpass with another sign. 

I commented on one of the sketches and the man thanked me and the other two butterflies greeted me as I passed them over the bridge as they began their morning in a different way than the last butterfly that was carrying her Starbuck's latte heading to yoga class with her yoga mat. 

But what I saw may surprise you and the fact of the matter was the cocoons emerging near the bridge were just as happy it seemed if not happier than the woman who was walking alone carrying her Starbuck's latte. And so just another reminder that though we may be judgemental of the cocoons in this world, perhaps a small run and a cocoon reminder can ground us in the realization that all cocoons are beautiful and the butterflies that emerge are beautiful as well-just suppose that the flight is sometimes different thought not necessarily better than the other.