…It was spring.
Finally after cold winter it was warm again.
Black haired man smiled.
It was truly his time of the year.
The time when butterflies came alive.
In his mind butterflies died every year 'cause of the winter and then they arise from the dead at the springtime.
When he had tried to tell it to others they laughed but still it made him happy.
The man looked around at the flower field, screamed for joy and started running around the field.
He laughed and threw himself to ground so he was surrounded by flowers.
And looking to the sky he saw the first butterflies of the year flying in the sky.
The man smiled…