02242021

 The gnats...

A warm day after a long span of cold. Sunlight on a stony mountain seep, unfrozen water slipping between the rocks, high up on the trail. And there above the rocks was a flurry of gnats dancing in the light, basking in the warmth, drinking in the wet.

Such keenness for life: let nothing go to waste! Even if we dance for but a day, let us dance!