This has been a very good year for butterflies in Bexar County. The overwhelming majority of photos that I took on my walk this past Friday, November 16 along the San Antonio River were of butterflies:
"When the time comes, though, [the butterflies] just quietly go off and disappear. I'm sure it means they've died, but I can never find their bodies. They don't leave any trace behind. It's like they've been absorbed by the air. They're dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world." - Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1
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