Oh the wonder and peace of childhood discovery. Edging closer to something so beautiful and yet fighting the urge to run away in fear.
And then the wind puffs a little comic relief our way, moving an otherwise perfectly dead butterfly into lifelike flight. Total terror.
Also, I Confess. The vette is not ours. But I tell you what, it's a beautiful car. It belongs to a friend (Anita guessed it!) and he drove it over to let us have a peek inside -- which was just enough of a peek to know it's not the right car for us. On so many levels.