Delicate, colorful wings took flight, fluttering gently on the cool summer breeze.
All around there were millions of colors, too many to count, but this butterfly was looking for just one.
There, straight ahead!
It was a beautiful sight.
A single flower, in shades of what humans would describe as soft yellow and stunning gold. This flower, it was known, had the sweetest, most tempting nectar one could imagine, and already hundreds of pollinators buzzed and flittered about.
However, this particular flower bloomed but once a year, and made only one flower, which grew, blossomed, and wilted all in one day, not to be seen again until next summer.
But then would be too late.
It is, of course, common knowledge that butterflies lived but one year, and so sipping the sweet nectar of this flower was truly, a once in a lifetime opportunity for them.
And so they came from miles around, all looking to take at least the smallest sample, before it turned back into an ordinary, flowerless stalk.
And no one wanted to miss out.
Ever heard of the idiom "A diamond in the rough"?
Well, you see, it isn't quite that way.
I often imagine the beautiful diamonds nestled comfortably in their beds of stone, who, alike fish in the water, are perfectly comfortable right were they are.
To take them out is like pulling a fish out of water.
I firmly believe diamonds, if they were alive, would never notice the rough rock around them until it is gone.
There is a saying, "To the fish, the water is invisible". Which, if you think of it, is perfectly true. You almost never notice air until it is gone, do you?
Well, I suppose I am rambling now.
But then again, I never did say I enjoyed mining, and would happily switch jobs with literally anyone else.
And switch I did.
But it was far more strange I ever imagined it could be, and led me far and wide, into a world I am now proud to call home.
So come, sit down, and let me tell you a tale...