It wasn’t a good day. I was stressed. Because of work. Because my eyes weren’t better. Because the house still sat on the market. Because of the car accident and all the aftermath from it.
Then I did something stupid. Without thinking. I embarrassed someone dearer to me than my own life. I guess some might consider it small in the larger scheme of things. But it was thoughtless. Insensitive.
Though I’d already apologized, I felt sad. And angry. Would I ever learn to think before I act?
Driving later that day, thinking things couldn’t get worse, I glanced up and saw a large black butterfly coming toward me. In less than a second, its delicate body hit the windshield wiper on my side and contorted around it. One of its wings (I could see the bright blue in it) flapped madly in the wind.
I had to keep driving. I was on the expressway. And it probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I’m sure it died the instant it struck the blade.
But, it was agonizing to see it there. That beautiful creature, bent in two, mangled forever. I started to cry. Pain. Everywhere. Caused by others. Caused by me. Caused by chance or destiny or God.
I changed lanes. The wind caught the butterfly and swept it away. Up over the roof of my car. It was gone.