It reminded me of her fascination with butterflies. She saw mystery in their beauty and in how metamorphosis wrought that change. But she was still young. I knew that sometimes the most significant changes were natural, but often they were painful or forced. There was no irony or mercy in nature but rather unsentimental, practical reality. Nature had destroyed the old building, but out of the destruction of the old, the new had been built, much like what we were planning with my home in the Hollow. It said something about the cycle of nature, the inherent logic of . . .
