Boy of the Butterflies

In a sunlit Colombian village washed clean by a brief rain, a thoughtful boy in a black leather jacket stands at the center of a cobblestone street. Golden-hour light paints the whitewashed casas with red-tile roofs and flower-draped balconies. Monarch butterflies wheel around him in luminous spirals, while larger wings—like a condor’s—cut across a sky of soft mountains and rising mist. Vines spill color from windows, puddles mirror the clouds, and the air hums with a quiet, enchanted expectancy. It feels like a page from a tale of magical realism: the ordinary world pausing, just long enough for wonder to become real.