If you love something with all your heart, then despite any distance or obstacles, you will feel that they are thinking about you, and you will definitely receive a response.

Even if the messengers of the message are not quite ordinary "postmen".
It was at the time when I was sick and sat at home all day that butterflies began to fly to me.
I missed walks in my favorite park.

One day, when I was lying with a high temperature, something rustled behind the curtains.

I jumped out of bed and rushed to the window.

A "peacock eye" was beating its delicate wings against the glass - this is a diurnal butterfly.
Gently taking it in my hands, I released the poor thing into freedom.

But the next morning, through the open window, a new guest entered my house, and during the day two more butterflies flew in.
As if the park, sensing my yearning soul, tried to convey its summer greetings through winged messengers.
The extraordinary visits of bright beauties continued daily until I finally recovered.
Neither before nor after this, did butterflies fly into my house with such regularity and in such numbers.