Delight

(Scribbled under shimmering trees in a moment of solitude.) I am an ant. Just a jolly, shiny little fellow, skittering across a leaf. A crackly, golden leaf—one that only an hour ago sailed merrily to the ground. The warm crumbly ground, where thousands of other contented leaflets lie. Leaves that embraced the spring sun, twirledContinue reading “Delight”