Hina had been in the city for a while now but still felt conspicuous and out of place. Then one morning the butterfly flew in and settled on the ceiling. It slowly opened its wings. Only a few of the women in the carriage were looking up and noticed. They stood still, heads tilted back, smiling. The butterfly closed its wings again and the silence in their minds was broken. But with Hina the silence stayed all day, and in the weeks to come the thought of the butterfly straightened her shoulders and cleared her eyes of doubt.