Two butterfiels in the night. One black one white.

No they both were black and yellow like the bee and wasp. and the shimmer of thier black was rich like obsidian deep and true.

* I was interrupted by a fire alarm in my building. We were all evacuated.  As I was leaving, I found a neighbor who was panicked.  Her pet was safe, yet she almost panicked. We grabbed be purse key and phone and made it to safety. (This is the best way to meet all your neighbors. I found a picnic table to write yet it was difficult to write when you are not sure if everyone is alright.) Finally, we made it back in. Last month someone burned a waffle, this time I wonder who started to smoke. Everyone is safe. Now the writing like the show must go on!