The Mourningcloak settled in on one of the purple flowering cones on the butterfly bush. I watched as it gently probed the tiny flowers with its proboscis, and it settled in to feed, its wings quivering slightly, occasionally coming together in a half-beat. It was undisturbed by the buddleia's bobbing in the faint breeze.
When, I wondered, was I last so at ease, so content, so at peace?
I wondered, though I know the answer.
Go listen to some good music: "Desire" from the album Rattle and Hum by U2. Illness makes me melancholy.