26 February 2026

Torres, Rio Grande do Sul, 26 February 2026

I have no idea why some inner voice makes me want
to believe that today is a special day. Could it be the date?

Whatever, I'm not into symbols and guessing yet I was much amazed
when a butterfly was crossing my path, settled between the pavement and 
 the street, and did not take off when I was approaching to take a pic. Well,
not just one but many.

It was the first time that happened to me for butterflies, at least in my experience,
do not just calmly wait until you're done with photographing. Moreover, I've never, ever
seen a butterfly restng between pavement and street. It was a special day!

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