The Crow and the Butterfly

This morning--looking out my window--I saw a crow and a butterfly flying about in the yard without a care. I don't think they were related but acted like they were.

The sun was shining and the temp an ideal 74*. I was astounded when they started dancing right in front of my eyes. It was coordinated like a ballet piece choreographed by a master. They surely were aware of each other's presence. Their dance was one of a kind and unpredictable. Being both black, they sparked in the sunshine crossing paths at times in a sublime display of coordination.

I've seen some extraordinary things but this was something new, something almost magical. Is it a dream? I didn't have to pinch myself to know it wasn't. An itch on my ear lobe was enough assurance. Extraordinarily, for those few minutes, everything was perfectly in sync. I thought to myself that this only happens in dreams.

The blue sky with the white and puffy clouds; the colors that bathe everything with the perfect tinge & tone, and a breeze which kept the temperature steady and cool. A dog was playing with his rubber ball on the adjacent yard, faithfully bringing it back to his human for another go. A second too long, a bark would remind his owner this is no time for a break.

For a moment, I felt as if it was all good with the world and it was, if only contained in that bubble in my own micro cosmos. Sometimes the world will show you its version of perfection. A time frame created just for you.

I just happened to witness something unique that no one else had access to.

And that was quite a remarkable and reassuring feeling.

Can you recall a similar experience happening to you?