“Do you have a tattoo?” I asked.
“Of course. Do you?”
“Of course not!”
“I am going to design one for you.” he said, very matter-of-fact in his tone. The statement was characteristically spoken in his deep whisper of a voice that had already drawn me to the edge of my seat, leaning forward so as not to miss a word.
I was game, curious to see the design a man familiar, not with me, but cooking and football, would dream up. Could he also draw? Did he know I was a Scorpio or see me as a ladybug or some complicated abstract being?
Though I heard from him again, tattoo art never materialized. Quite honestly I’d forgotten about it until today when I was thinking about butterflies. A butterfly image would make me smile, as well as serve as a reminder to let things go. A hummingbird would draw a similar sense of awe.
I first sought out a butterfly image on the Internet. Finding one magnificently transparent, I printed it and tucked in my wallet. Next to my Southwest VISA it will also remind me not to spend more money further feathering my nest but to fly.