On my way to the beach volleyball court the other day, I saw this.
Yes, this butterfly is dead and half-buried in sand. There has been a significant decrease in the monarch population over the last twenty years, so this was a miserable sight.
But what pushes it towards spooky?
I’m standing on a beach court in the middle of town, straws and cigarette butts littered around the edges. This juxtaposition–city and nature–highlights this corpse. What have we ruined simply by living? What will we regret unwittingly losing? What about the times when we know we’re going to lose something, and we go forward anyway?