WINGED WISPS OF SUMMERTIME

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. 

Vita Sackville-West, English author and poet

 

Hmmm, the butterfly of the moment. Now there's a bewitching metaphor. Have you ever tried to catch a butterfly? Oh sure, it looks easy. Just reach out and snag it, right? You might as well try to catch the wind.

 

I confess. I am fascinated