Typing Away at a Coffeeshop

To my left the wall is basically a big window, and I can see a green butterfly exploring the leaves nearby. I wonder how the caterpillar felt during and after its transition into a butterfly. And how did it know how to live its new life post-transformation? Jeez... instinct is something amazing.

I feel like I am in a cocoon stage right now. Who I thought I was is melting, and I have no idea what will emerge from it.