A Splash of Tonic
|Posted on May 28, 2018 at 7:20 PM|
The day was noisy. Phones ringing. People talking loudly. Computers beeping. The air conditioner humming. An electrical buzzing undercurrent. Caffeine coursing through her veins. She thought her head would explode. A ping! announced an incoming email. The chatter on the radio bored into her brain. She squinted and rubbed her temples, needing to escape. "I'll be back," she said to the girl at the reception desk, wondering if she was lying. What was stopping her from running out the back door, never to return? She went outside to the picnic table where she ate her lunch on warm days. The building muted the commotion from the front parking lot. Back here, she only heard the birds and the breeze whispering through the tall grass on the other side of the picnic table. She sat and closed her eyes, feeling the warm sun on her face, and exhaled the chaos. When she opened them, she noticed a butterfly had landed on the corner of the table across from her. Its yellow wings shifted ever so gently. She was mesmerized by the slow ripple. The butterfly. So simple, yet so complex. A transformation into something so beautiful with time and new circumstances. She watched for a bit, silently contemplating. Then it fluttered away into the tall grass, just a flash of yellow in all the green. The quiet became loud in her ears. She had heard about the butterfly effect, but this... This was her butterfly effect. Chaos in reverse. And for the moment, she was changed.