Daily story, March 20, 2025

To anybody else, it would have seemed quite unremarkable: just a little square of scrubland, too small to build on. But he loved to perch on the little wall and watch unwanted things grow. He loved to see the rough beauty that broke through when nobody else was looking. It was the first warm day of the year, and a few hundred metres away the park was thrumming with human life. Here, all was quiet. When the butterfly he was watching drifted away, he drifted with it.

A little later, the butterfly drifted back in the company of a girl in scuffed blue trainers. She stepped over the little wall and sat in her favourite place that nobody else knew.