I had the good fortune today, to meet with a butterfly, just outside of the Dock Street Theatre.  She looked at me, and I at her.  We talked about little purple flowers, and things that we’ve seen in the sky lately.  She drank her nectar, and I snacked on a saltine cracker.  She had to go and it made me sad.  Yet, I was still very happy to see her little face so closely.

“Why is it that every time I’m with you, makes me believe in magic?”