Detailing Butterfly
Sitting in deck chairs on the backyard verandah on a mild Tuesday night, a couple sip red wine and chat quietly. Her feet are stretched out on his lap, and his stubby fingers caress her legs, making lazy patterns along her ankle and up her calves. Looking out past the bushes and over the citrus trees, his eyes wander the rooftops and windows of neighbouring houses. A dog lies at their feet, every once in a while sitting up to do a cursory wander around the verandah before settling back down. The distant quiet hubbub of traffic sounds like ocean waves thrumming on the shore. Quiet and stealthy it filters through the neighbourhood.As an early spring breeze caresses the two, she shakes herself out of a deep reverie, takes a drink of red wine and starts to tell him what’s been on her mind lately. Money problems, general insecurities, moving house, dramatic changes in her life, fear of commitment; all her worries pour out as the vino sets to work, loosening her tongue, guiding her on the path to honest unfiltered thought.
He sits, head down staring at his glass as the words wash over him, slowly filling up his senses, wave after wave. Not daring to look at him as the words spill out of her mouth, she tries to distract herself from worrying too much about his verdict on her harried thought process. She begins to notice the wooden fence palings that separate her house from the next and how they make stark contrast against the neighbouring house’s brickwork. She can almost feel the roughness of those bricks against her fingers. As she continues telling him that she’d like to stay at home a little while longer before moving in with him, he looks up at her with grin that is half rueful and half bemused, telling her, “You’ve pretty much moved in anyway.”
‘Yes that’s right,' she thinks, ‘it’s all in the details.’
posted by Enigmatic Butterfly @ 4:01 pm
1 Comments:
Very nice piece of blog...
Sometimes we really complicate things in our lives with details that may not seem to matter in the end.
Maybe we should all just leave the details behind sometimes, not be bothered with what may happen and what had happened, and focus on living life in the present.
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