the Beautifuls

I don't often think of small winged insects as beautiful. In fact, they are quite buggy.

But yesterday, as they floated through the late afternoon sun between the towering trees, it was obvious that the Creator had beauty in mind in their formation.

Wings lit on fire: translucent glowing floating like snowflakes on a warm early autumn afternoon.

Not bugs, but Beautifuls.

The least of these made wonderful.

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