朝の時間、都会の大きな駅の近く。街路樹の足元の植え込みに強い風に吹かれながら、その白い羽の蝶は止まっていた。大きさおよそ２センチほど。
揺れる葉っぱに絡みつく、小さな白い紙のゴミかと思ったら、生命ある昆虫だった。
他の場所へ移動したいけれど、風が強くて飛べない。そんな風に受け取れた。
やがて止んだであろう後に、その白い羽の持ち主はどこへ飛んで行ったのだろう。
In the morning, it was near a big station in Tokyo. Under the street tree, there was some plant. On it, it was a small butterfly, like around 2cm.
The leaves of it was blowing by a strong wind. I thought that the white one was a piece of paper. But it was not, it had life and an insect.
The butterfly wanted to fly to another place but he(she?) couldn't because of the strong wind. I guessed so.
It would have stopped then, the white butterfly would have been flying to... where?
*not sure about my English...
