July, in April

It is beautiful and bright.  Sitting on a chair, in the lush green of the front yard.  Sweating slow.  Late April and it is in the 80's.  Every once in a while a cool breeze curves around from the back of the house -- bringing with it a pale white confetti of flower petals.  They swirl and twist in the air.  A butterfly the exact shade (but on a larger scale) just fluttered by.  Then, again.