Yesterday I was sitting in the outdoor section of a Starbucks near Yokohama station sipping coffee when I noticed a butterfly fluttering around as if it was checking out the cafe to see if it were a good place to settle down and raise a family. At that moment something came over me…a wonderful feeling I’d never felt before. For the briefest of moments I imagined myself as the kind of person who could extend a finger and the butterfly, sensing my, I don’t know, purity of heart and utter inability to harm another of the Creator’s creatures, especially one as beautiful and guileless as a butterfly, would descend sharply and land on it.
But, that feeling only lasted the few seconds it took for the butterfly to descend to a height parallel with mine, with that erratic way of flying they have that gives no indication which direction it would go next- whether it would be across the street or into my mouth. And once I get a good look at the pattern on its wings which are a pitch silky black speckled with the yellow of urine diluted by an excessive amount of spring water, and its design suggestive of an intelligence both ingenious and inhuman…
I duck inside the cafe to finish my coffee.