The caterpillar’s work is finished. What remains loosens and fades in the breeze. Inside the opening, a new body forms. Wings flex. Light meets surface. Motion returns slowly.
It is the interval where change completes itself.
Transformation happens quietly, in exposure, air, and light.
I’m in an emerging stage. It seems like a force tethers to the stage we are escaping. It’s only like gravity. And you push through and emerge on the other side as something new.
