@VickiBatman ~ What flits and flutters

What flits and flutters tell us
Butterflies are quite enjoyable to watch. They fly and land. Play and fight. Eat and rest. Utterly beautiful.
Recently, on my travels, Handsome and I went to a tropical butterfly conservatory. Most of them were from Malaysia which has the most species of butterflies, 1,180. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_butterflies_of_Peninsular_Malaysia/
A few pictures of the ones I could take:
              But why post about butterflies, VB?
This is one of those circumstances where you tell people about something wonderful you saw and to do so, you must use descriptive words. For example, the blue one when folding his wings, shutters away the blue. I see beiges and browns making him look like a moth. Open, I see the black veining, the incredible opalescent blue.
Before I snapped the shot, he played with another butterfly. They flew at each other and dove and darted like two fighting kites. Yet, I felt they were just dancing. Joy filled me as I watched their interaction. He came to rest on the Norfolk pine (a brilliant green with stubby needles) like he was panting. I longed to stroke him and take in his velvet. But couldn't. The docent said touching them removes their version of skin cells.
I also observed a large beige male moth. This guy stayed in a cocoon for 360 days and after hatching, only lived for 4 or 5 more. He does emerge at the large size. His antenna were fatter than the butterfly's slender ones. He rested on a feeding dish, not moving, rarely closing his wings. Knowing he would pass soon made hurt and sadness move in my chest.  
Many years ago, Handsome went to Malaysia for a speaking engagement. He brought back this:  
Sometimes, description is about the details. It's about using the right words to paint a picture for the reader. Do you notice the tiny things or the big picture?