Snapshot

         I looked straight up and then made a three hundred and sixty degree turn to finally notice what she was referring to. Over the mountains that surrounded the park was the sun trying to climb up higher in the sky away from the clouds-it appeared as though the sun was trying to scare away the grey looking clouds. It slowly but firmly took over the sky and chased away the gray clouds, like a big elephant chasing away a pride of lions In the distance, the mountain slope was wrapped in a thin mist when the sky pulled the brim of its hat. Light got back to the cloud quilt, like a tired child, snoring loudly. Visitors in the park opened their umbrellas, and I heard someone make a sign of emotion amidst the rain, and the person said: “What is the direction to the Japanese Tea Gardens ?” It was too ridiculous to sneer at the weather variations. When I regained my composure, she disappeared, and I felt something vibrating in my hand- another butterfly.