a good day

First we practiced for the butterflies at home.


Then we saw the real thing, a steamy room at the American Museum of Natural History filled with flapping wings. You could feel the wind when they flew by. You could hear the whir. When they landed their little weight made the leaves dip. There were many of us, many babies, many butterflies. Everyone looked around. The volunteer told us that when butterflies are in the chrysalis, "they completely liquify and rearrange." I can't stop thinking about that.


Then we said goodbye to the other babies and mommies. Anna had a full meal in the Hall of Central American Peoples while I reread the same information about ancient ocarinas. It was interesting each time. I didn't take a picture.

I didn't take a picture of our walk down Central Park West either, because both of us were so busy staring around at the birds hollering in the evergreens. We couldn't see one bird, but the trees were very loud. We talked to Anna's daddy on the phone in DC and wished he was with us and staring too at invisible birds in loud trees.