Even though we know it’s coming, we never see it coming.
It’s the same way the caterpillar (as far as we know) never sees the butterfly coming.
Yet, it’s inevitable.
The caterpillar in this photo was lucky. As I was pulling weeds a few days ago, he almost got dumped into the yard-waste barrel for recycling. I set it free in the mulch.
Who sets us free in midlife?