Walking, wandering through the primordial green of Golden Gate Park, passing the shadowed dense AIDS Memorial Grove, gliding past one of my favorite swaths of the park. I step up the dark cool stone steps, completely enclosed by twining branches and clusters of  leaves.  Perfect geometries of light strobe over me as I sit on one of the smooth benches that always seem to be where you want them to be. I contemplate the world and my tiny place within and walk on. I follow my inner trail to the enormous white Victorian building known as the Conservatory of Flowers. I've never once been in this paen to global foilage. But I don't want to pay 10 bucks to walk through a big greenhouse. Happily, it's the first Tuesday of the month which means FREE. I slide in and wander through the warm rooms, each large chamber sealed by doors to reflect whatever environment is needed. After the chill of the day, it's nice to be in a mild sauna. I get lost in the unpronounceable names and lush vegetation. I end up in the rear of the building, seperated by thick plastic strips, and find myself in The Butterfly Zone, the epicenter of Lepidoptera activity in the city today. Various colorful species flutter around me and the other patrons, children trying to catch up or run from the rainbow insect hordes. I feel the beating of their wings around me, and let their spirit guide me from the Conservatory, back into the green slipstream of Golden Gate Park.