Dances with Butterflies

The concept of dancing waltzed through my mind multiple times today. This theme has so inundated me today that it's had me spinning in circles. It began this morning as I was heading down to the bus stop and a small white butterfly passed back and forth in front of me. DoSaDoing around each other, we parted ways and I hurried on. Later in the day, I took my lunch break in Schenley Plaza, as I am want to do, and as I was reading in Pride and Prejudice about a ball at Netherfield, I was listening to the lunchtime music and thinking how wonderful it would be to dance barefoot in the grass with someone. I was in the midst of trying to decide whether the music would better suit a jitterbug or a lindy hop when the musicians introduced themselves as being members of the Boilermaker Jazz Band, who played at Swing City the last time I went. This made for a charming lunchtime entertainment, even if all I did do was read and dream of dancing. I returned to work and did an awkward little dance with a man I don't know, as we shuffled left and right together in a failed attempt to stay out of each other's way at the elevator. But it has now occurred to me that I may have left Elizabeth at the ball in my haste to return to work on time, so now I must return to Pride and Prejudice so that the poor girl may finish her dance. She must be mightily weary by now.