During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming.
– Master Zhuang, Chinese philosopher, 300 BC
Nighttime temperatures continue to fall, daytime temps are cooling.
Still the second Monarch chrysalis remains. Green with golden zipper, it adheres to westward facing vinyl siding. Unmoving, its inhabitant deep, even lost, in a transformational dream.
Compelled by its own nature to form its chrysalis, it may never emerge, gone already into endless sleep. So too, it may yet emerge against the odds, to attempt a challenging migration.
If successful in breaking free of caterpillar form, and if it survives the battering journey south, it will join a multitude of its own. Together, in company and concert, to experience a lifetime that was once only a cellular dream.
Something to that.
Shouldn't...but Do 
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