A gift from a friend, 18 handmade butterflies hang in my office above my desk. What I see when I walk into the room and what I look up to when I work and write.
From the breezes that come through the window, they flutter, fly and reflect shadows around the room; they are a calm in the chaos of the room and life.
This morning as I greet another day of drenching rain, preparing to endure revolt from my skull; I sit with a hot cup of coffee looking up toward my peaceful, colorful butterflies, dancing in the wind coming through the window and I am grateful.
Overflowing with disdain for the rain and the painful blow it dishes out, I am grateful for a friend, her 18 butterflies and the calm and faith they both bring to days like these.
GREY MATTER LIFE 
It was nice reading your ever-so-amazing (as usual) writing, during my day that could be better. love ya-Sarah