“Imago. It’s the final and fully developed adult stage. When a caterpillar emerges as a butterfly.”
I smiled at him. It was kind of like him. I was finally getting to see him in his element, doing what he was born to do. He’d spent years as a caterpillar, with his head down, working hard and going unnoticed. But now… now he had wings, and the world could see he was truly a magnificent man. I kept that analogy to myself, though. For now.
Then, as if right on cue, the chrysalis moved and started to split. A small copper coloured butterfly entered the world, imago.
It was incredible.
I looked at Lawson then, at his face, at the look of wonder and amazement in his eyes, and what he saw in the butterfly, I saw in him.
Lawson Gale, imago.
~ the end