Did you ever heard a butterfly to fly around? Its kinda funny to think, that those little paper-thin flying folding paper origami produce any noise at all, but hear me out.
Imagine that its quite nice outside, hardly any heavy breeze, but not scorching hot, blue sky, white cloud there and over there. So I grab a book and venture out onto crop fields. Walking on the dirt field road for farmers tractors and such, feels like it was abandoned by humans for some time, as it look more like just a walked-out path by many step of animals. This road is accompanied by a drying channel that on places getting overtake by line of wild bushes, as they lazily dividing the wast fields of crops. I will aim for a specific lone tree. Its quite a tall one with a massive tree crown that casting shadow on the road under it. In its shadow, I sat down on bud, open the book and start to read. If I try to rise my eyes onto horizon, I will hardly glance above the wast field in front of me, that going from one side of road to other, and quite far back to the line of trees in distance. Maybe it was the yellow rapeseed, if I remember correctly...
There I will sit in relatively serenity, occasionally hearing the hum of of leaves above me, until I notice, that I have a company. Near, on the road, around five white butterflies having a some kind of dance party, utilizing the little of warm air curtain that rising from the exposed road dry dirt to stay half meter above ground. Its practically a disco floor for them. As they going through they complex choreography, they got a quite close to me, but still maintained a hand distance from me.
Because I dint bothered to move too much while reading my book, and because I was like the only thing in near, that stick out of the ground like a milestone rock signpost; I noticed, that they started using me like a resting spot. Sitting down on me for few seconds to caught a second breath, just to launch back into a dance.
The butterfly dance party was so energetic, that they were flipping they wings so hard, that it was actually heard. And they were on it like for an hour, or longer. Maybe it was my presence that scared possible birds, to make a low flight and trash they wild party, or the slow pace of that particular day, that it was a relaxing moment.
But anyway, I don't minded they silent company while reading. No, I somehow appreciated that they are there, choosing me to be a part of they dance party, a wing-man, even if I don't actually move. Yet, I caught myself too often just observing what they are doing, rather that reading the book. Still, it was nice way of spending a nice day time.