“Icons Everywhere”As Frank and I strolled around the grounds of the Observatory, I couldn’t help thinking about my Mum and Dad. They both instilled a true appreciation for nature from the time I learned how to walk. Frank and I stood at the far outer edge of the cliff on the grass overlooking the entire valley. I took a deep breath and I imagined I was flying over the City of Angels. It was liberating. I caught site of a pair of white butterflies randomly chasing each other around a nearby bush with tiny yellow flowers on it.
“They watch out for each other,” a female voice said.
It was the clerk from the flower shop, the one with all the piercings. I couldn’t believe that out of a city with more than three million people, I would bump into her.
“What are you doing up here?” I asked her.
