Someone wrote "...if nothing changed there wouldn't be butterflies..." sounds promising right? securing and exciting. It makes you want to believe in something, happiness, it portrays that feeling of falling off bed, right into a morning of love. A total contrast to your usual dull morning tweeting, staring at your gadgets as you make your way to the bus stop. Instead change brings you butterflies, I guess that is where the idea comes from, a change of feeling, beautiful colours, freedom, summer, warmth and well butterflies in your stomach.

Then the rain falls, and the sun makes it through the clouds now and then, you laugh, you love, you learn, your brain subjects to that feeling of butterflies and you stay, you feel secured, excited, full of hope, you even forgot you own a cellphone or have any other commitments besides this one.

Then there is a twist to the plot, nature determines a change in weather. And no, no one is out to spite you, this is inevitable, you cannot fly so free anymore, colours become dull, and that feeling in your stomach? yes! makes you wanna puke. Its the cold season, all the yellows and greens are eradicated, and suddenly you have a life again, besides this blight on happiness.

A few days ago a friend of mine wrote: "...when your moving out of a place don't shit on it because you will never know when you might come back…" not sure if its accurate but something along those lines. Now this shitty line determines wether your old life will welcome you back, did you detach yourself completely, forgot about all that sustains you from within when all else fails, or did you maintain a symmetrical balance that gives you room for change?

This is the time where you decide, wether you want to hide till the dawn of the next season, reap all that you sow during the days when it rained or simply let the butterfly die and hope for reincarnation in the next season. Or just any other butterfly, after all they all bring change, beautiful colours, freedom, summer, warmth and well butterflies in your stomach.

Writer: Caprisel    Photographer: Nokulunga sQue Msomi