butterfly wings on a stick

Yesterday was a gloomy day. The rain was falling in heavy dark drops all day long. The coffee shop across the street flooded and so our flooded too. Ours flooded with unhappy customers looking for their favorite drinks on an unfamiliar menu. The tip jars, which are usually brimming with change and ones were almost empty. But today people asked about different kinds of coffee and different kinds of tea. People stopped to smile and chat and allow their toddlers to order or pay. Today the tip jars were overflowing with bills and change; probably because today the sun came out again.

And on my walk home I found a stick. Not just any stick. It was stuck upright in the ground with a pair of carefully cut butterfly wings taped onto it. Wings! And just minutes before that i was thinking about superheroes. I was thinking about superhero underwear and superheroes I work with and my car's new name: Super Ollie: the only car that could survive being squished flat by an oak tree and still live to tell the tale. I'm feeling like I'm getting my wings back, or at least my cape. Because I'm pretty sure my cape was ripped to shreds for a while. And the butterfly wings were just what I needed to see.