A white butterfly has been following me all day.  I’m not sure why.  That was stupid to say; how could I ever be sure why ?  All I know is I just saw it again just now, and all day I’ve been looking out the corner of my eye to see what that fluttering distraction was. If I was superstitious I’d be worried.  There has to be some old thing about about a white butterfly meaning something; probably death or some worse calamity.  If I cared. In any event, it has been present all day, and I am aware of it.  There it goes again.  Of course it only has to do with spring, and things coming out. It isn’t the only white butterfly.  There are other white butterflies. But this one is mine.