wings in my hands 🦋

This afternoon, I crossed paths with a butterfly — not just any butterfly, but one of those big, striking ones that look almost unreal when their wings catch the light. It was struggling, caught in a quiet battle with the wind and the ground. I paused, crouched down, and gently guided it back to safety.

Funny how such a small act can ripple inside you. For a moment, life didn't feel heavy or rushed — it was just me, the butterfly, and this delicate reminder that sometimes help doesn't need to be loud or grand. Sometimes it's just offering your hand so something fragile can rise again.

Maybe that's what kindness really is. Small, fleeting, but powerful enough to shift the day — both for them and for you.