Perfect

blossoms-and-butterflyFor one brief, breathless moment it is perfect—the fragile blossoms untouched by heat or wind, the butterfly another blossom on the move. That is the price of perfection. It isn’t stable. It can’t last for more than a fleeting moment before the inevitability of change claims it.

What have you experienced as a moment of perfection?

Hatched

chicks_hatching“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”
—C. S. Lewis

How do you see yourself being hatched?