 Slow motion passed what's familiar, towing only what's needed for breathing, for being or surviving, awaiting weightlessness and ease of constriction, remembering the sun and the moon again, remembering what came before the glass and concrete again, slow motion towards a metamorphosis, trusting the knowledge of the senses. To understand, to learn, to experience, present for transcendence and a cellular renewal, reuniting with rhythms again, reuniting with expanse again, trudging up and alongside slow erosion, hands open and ready for receiving, for making a way, for taking hold, anticipating the fullness of this journey and opening to the change that is possible. The fourth generation of the monarch makes its way out of the city and into different lands. They know how to fully live into the beauty of their metamorphosis.