Flutterbies

2 and a half years of singlehood is eternity; it leaves one lonely on some nights, but offers a chance to seek happines independently and with friends. While I have adopted a friend's perspectives about dating and staying commitment free, there comes a point when that question has to be asked.

Like Gretel, I drop the breadcrumbs and hope Hansel follows the signs. But when I glimpse movement, I wonder if it is the shadows and mirages; when I hear footsteps in my wake, I wonder if it is a longing for echoes from yesteryears. Will my wandering soul find refuge?

Flutterbies strike on magical rides through the sky under a canopy of celestial light. Romance is literally in the air on cable car rides. Endless conversations over hot chocolate entertained by symphonies of crashing surfs along the beach stir passions.

Weary of rejection, again, I believe the signs are misaligned. I make the surprising decision of backing off. But when we lay bare the cards of the game in a show hand, flutterbies strike once more-the question must be asked-but why will a bankrupt fear the banker? Damn you, flutterbies!

Super Star Virgo from overhead.