The butterfly

A little afternoon story.

Down-time and sick time lately following graduation has left me thinking a lot about things– about the past, and about how quickly time has flown by. A recent memory that I can’t seem to clear from my mind involves myself, a zoo parking lot and a butterfly.

butterflywithbrokenwingsIt was a long time ago; I was probably 6 or 7 years old, and leaving the zoo during a vacation. It was a sweltering hot afternoon; I remember there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. All I wanted to do was go to the car and have a cold drink. Was thinking about the rest of the day and what would happen next. The day had been fun. I loved going to the zoo. I loved looking at all of the animals (even though now I realize how cruel it really is for them to be kept in cages). Animals were, and…

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Published by stephaniesokol

Writing, music and photography and fashion are my favorite pastimes. I am a journalism and music graduate from Oakland University. I like to laugh and enjoy a cup of tea, when I'm not finding new music or hanging out with friends. I also like baking, hiking, thinking deep thoughts and traveling.

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