I am here for the women and the handful of men who can keep up. I am a butterfly shy of the air, sipping breaths of courage before she drops off the edge of the leaf in a plummet of promised trust towards the solid ground. How long will I fall before I flap and feel the fun? I have been here before. Nothing is new to me. I recognize so well the drive, the focused determination. She is unmistakable. I simply cannot meet enough people. I wanted to be crowned among the bees but alas, I am a butterfly. To float around beauty until I am breathing it into my blood and I bleed beauty onto the blank pages.