The last word: My friend the butterfly

One summer day, a dazzling stranger fluttered into Dan Southerland’s life. Weeks later, Southerland writes, the relationship not only had endured, it had rekindled his sense of wonder.

In July last year, a butterfly landed on my shoulder while I was taking a break from my office one afternoon to talk business with a colleague. I was sure the butterfly would soon fly off. We were walking through a canyon of granite, concrete, and glass in downtown Washington, D.C., where I had never seen a butterfly before. Now I had one clinging to me. It migrated to my shirt collar and stayed there.

After half an hour or so, I decided that I should have a picture taken to record my new friend’s remarkable arrival out of nowhere. So together we ducked into a MotoPhoto shop on 19th Street NW, just north of L Street.

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