“Look at how gorgeous this is.” She gasped. All around us were flowering green plants and tropical leaves, waterfalls, colorful birds, hundreds of butterflies circling, and greenhouse glass overhead like we had entered our own little fairy-tale terrarium. Then right there in the middle, the sylph herself putting all the spirits to shame. Bright yellow and unbelievably distracting. “There’s over twenty thousand butterflies floating around in here,” I told her as we walked along the guided path through the aviary. “Sometimes more, it depends on the time of the year.” As I said it, black and
...more
