Things Happen
The surprising, haphazard way two people meet watching butterflies.
What if I hadn’t stopped to watch the butterflies that day and kept on walking, my eyes staring at the ground, my mind drifting far away?What if you weren’t walking there that day to see what I was looking at, not there standing next to me, two strangers sharing that moment on a sunny day smiling at one another, watching butterflies fluttering among the flowers?What if you walked past me, your mind on other things, the m...