Butterflies Dancing on Ice

“Hands that break the ice set the wheel of fate turning, ceaselessly seeking the pulse’s beat. A waiting heart longs to break free like a butterfly from its cocoon, making the most beautiful legend eternal. Give me a direction in which to spread my wings, and let promises flourish in the spring breeze. Give me a dream to pursue, and let my little boat find shore against the current, drawing near to paradise in the Far North...”

A greenhouse can preserve spring and bring changing harvests through the seasons, but dreams know no borders and heed no calendar. With the same dream in our hearts, we take the same steps, breaking free of worldly constraints. Even on the glaciers of the Far North, butterflies can dance a bewitching dance.

We promised to meet in Urumqi and go see the desert poplars together. We were destined to be one another’s dancing partners in this life. The starlight is faint, and the years have slipped away. Where are you now?