081413 #worm Around the corner, down the hill, to the quiet side of the vibrant neighborhood. It's always one step closer to dusk, here. Him and Me observe a field of dewy bluegrass, under a proud banner of stars. In the middle of this perfect night, an angel-haired girl dips her fairy wand into the bird bath; raindrops jump out. Butterflies in beautiful chaos surround her lacy wings. Look closer at the shape of her eye--she's made of butterflies. The wand is made of butterflies. Even the butterflies are made of butterflies! Him and Me push a breeze into the outstretched wing of one of them. It flutters, and the flutter flutters others. Caught in the pattern, they transfer the growing wave upward and outward, from the grass to the heavens, and the scene dissolves into a riot of pure chaos.