She was hanging on the inside of my security door. I am not sure how she got there since I never leave that door wide open. But somehow she did. She was mesmerizing and I just could not stop staring at her. As far as I am aware this is the first time I had seen one in real life. She was calm, cool, collected and had a way about her. As if she did not give two shits about others and how slow or fast they moved. She was moving to her own beat.
I knew she was there for a reason. To remind me to be calm, patient yet introspective. She slowly move to the outside of the door. As I closed the door, she jumped on the ground and just sat there. I had to leave for a client meeting and to run some errands. When I returned hours later, she was still around. This time she was hanging off of a decorative metal ornament that have resting on a table. She was swaying back and forth. Much like you do when your favorite song is playing and you are moving to it's beat. Although I never saw her again, she will never be forgotten. Maybe if I get my ass in gear and finish my garden, then she may return.