So for the past few weeks, i've been house sitting my parents' house in lovely southeast, with one fantastic whale bus parked out front. There are definite advantages to being in a house. (Like, duh! is what you are all thinking right now ;) Anyhow, more on that later...
This morning, i walked to the store and got some edibles and one awesome butterfly balloon in anticipation for the arrival of one fantastic traveller that is arriving tonight. The balloon is the kind that's waaaaaay too big and kinda see-through and the light glints off of it so well. About half way home (i am on foot with a backpack full of food and one inflated monarch in hand), my ears suddenly miss the sound of mylar bouncing against my side.
The butterfly was hovering, newly freed, a foot or so above my right shoulder, and i let it. I watched it then slowly make its way upward and south bound, in no hurry at all and bouncing and twirling around in the air, the sun catching it occasionally. I followed it south for a few blocks, keeping my eye on this IFO as it wandered higher, making a deal with myself that I would only follow it till Powell (busy busy street of many lanes) and then go home. but i didn't. I followed it across Powell and further south, until it lost its shape to my eyes, eventually becoming a small speck in the sky, and then, after i gazed down for just a moment to greet a woman and her pup, it was gone, flying too high and far away for my eyes to perceive.
It was the best impromptu adventure i've had lately, and it seems so symbolically appropriate.
From the moment the butterfly began to float away, it was instantly in my head what a silly goal it was to try and tie down (with a tiny lil' ribbon) any gorgeous thing that was so clearly meant to fly. And on my extended walk with head tilted toward the sky, realizing that having beautiful things in your life is wonderful...
but those ones that are meant to fly
... you can only follow them as long as you can keep them in sight.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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