Chapter 2

The Café
We sat in the café.
Not only was there a table between us. There were years.
The table stood in front of both of us, separating us from each other. But perhaps it was also separating the past from the present.
It was symbolic.
Were we going back to the past, or were we going toward the future?
How many times had I imagined this day in my mind?
He looked at me.

Green garden and butterflies.

Chapter 1

Watch the Butterflies
Watch a butterfly in the garden. At least one.
Look at how flawlessly and lightly she flies from flower to flower. How softly and happily she moves—left, right, it doesn't matter. Wherever she goes, she seems to bring the sunshine and softness of summer with her.