I was thinking yesterday that next month will be 22 years ago that my childhood best friend Staci committed suicide and 8 years ago my adult best friend Shane died suddenly from an accidental overdose. They've been on my mind a lot lately and I've been feeling a bit bluer than normal about it. I'm watching an episode of Six Feet Under to boot when I happened to notice something moving in my peripheral vision. I scanned the room for a dust bunny or something moving across the concrete floor of the loft, but instead was greeted by a yellow butterfly! I have no idea how it could have gotten in here, we haven't had the windows open in months and the door to the loft opens into an enclosed hallway.
It disappeared into the guestroom and I couldn't find it for a while, but when I came over to my computer desk it was sitting on the "S" key of my keyboard. I picked it up carefully and took it to the window, and with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat that is still there, blew it two kisses and sent it on to the wind.
It flew away and then came back to the windowpane and is sitting on the window sill as I type this. I don't know what it means if it even means anything at all, but it makes me happy.