This morning I realized a butterfly made with a piece of paper I had doodled on had lines that resembled a topographical map on the underside.
It made me think of migration and how that is tied to seasons.
The book in the background is Winter Solstice, An Essay by Nina Maclaughlin. I want to read more by her.
Tonight's sunset.
And, dots of course:
Rose hip, Willow, and rose petals.
The first two are sunset colors.