Once Upon a Time... at Central Park...

Sitting on a park bench in a central park up north,  I watched two butterflies dance around each other.  I was sitting with a long time friend who just happened to be female.   The entertainment was Mother Nature's beauty at its finest.  My friend and I were discussing my idea to write a novel.  As I smoked my cigar, I listened to her when she said it must have butterflies in it and be very romantic.  We watched the two brilliant butterflies for some time as they flew in impossible patterns in close vicinity to our bench.  My mind began to wander in a creative way.  I remember all the things she said that I had to include in the book.  The story had to be magical.  I took that literally. She made the joke it had to start with 'Once upon a time...'.  My mind strayed to an English class I had taken about fairytales.  I began to dream up something that would be literary, yet a fairytale.  My friend demanded that someone had to find true love since we were out of luck.  We only had our friendship and Jazz at the Seelbach hotel on the weekends.  I consented to her every wish with the aid of entirely too much coffee. Several years later SOULBOOKS manifested after 8 months of daily devoted time.  A cigar, two butterflies, and the encouragement of a friend.  Humble beginnings are the best.      Gratton.