It's chilly outside, but eirely warm. The black pavement that I am walking on is shiny, and looks like a mirror in the moonlight. I am walking along a circular path, following a shadow. The rain begins to fall softly, and I just sit there in the rain, being clensed. A butterfly floats in front of me, and I am distracted. Just as I turn around, a car goes past me in slow motion, and I watch it as it crashes into a tree. That could have been me. The iredescent butterfly disapears, and the rain stops.
