As I was driving home today
I rolled my windows down and let the wind of freedom brush over me.
The feeling it gave me was so stunning and beautiful.
I knew it wouldn’t last but I wanted to catch it.
Catch it and put it in a jar on myself to douse myself in on the dark days.
But this feeling can’t be caught like a butterfly.
It is a catchless butterfly.
I must appreciate it while I can.