Crouched on the concrete, Joey watched it flutter and land, flutter and land. With 100 kids splashing and yelling in full swimming pool pandemonium - he and a few sat watching that flirtatious butterfly swoop and stop on the edge of the deep end. With palms open he sat, carefully studying and waiting.
Still, steady, patient.
With a satisfactory smile, he slowly opened his hands to reveal his prize - but didn't even lift his head to notice it fly away. He stared in amazement.
His palms dusted.
I could barely hear his astonished whisper...
It was a brief keepsake, watching Joey in the midst of chaos.
And a sweet reminder...
There is magic in mayhem.