Wings!

Bug wings are littering Suchitoto!  They are falling from trees, twirling in puddles, and skipping across cobblestones.  I even found two swimming in my fresh cup of tea this morning!

I cannot help but wonder…where are their bodies?  Did the insects die?  Did they shed the wings to sprout new ones?  Did the bugs develop into something different like a butterfly but in reverse?  Was it part of growing up? Growing old?  Was it painful? Disorienting?  Thrilling? Unexpected?  Liberating?

I’ve had plenty of time to find symbolism in the smallest of wings.