I'd picked up my holds from the library and it was such a great day that I felt like sitting out in the sunshine for a little before finishing up my morning errands. It wasn't too difficult to find a good spot in the park. I'd been settled in only a few minutes with my Starbucks and my library book when I heard a small voice behind me say, "That's quite the butterfly you have on your shoulder."
"Oh, heh heh," I managed as I shifted around to take a look at the tiny old lady addressing me, undecided if it was necessary to correct her on the tattoo's subject matter. I decided it was not. "Thanks!"
"And that's a nice outfit too. I could see it a mile away! But, it's not too loud!"
I fell a little in love with this tiny woman with tightly-permed hair. The juxtaposition of the phrases, "I could see it a mile away" and "but it's not too loud" really charmed me somehow.
Only a few minutes prior to finding picnic table in the park, I'd been standing outside the library when a gust of wind lifted the hem of my dress exposing my thankfully-not-bare ass to all of the drivers on Bathurst Street. Something else I am quite sure could be seen from a mile away.