Small things
Tonight was the first time this year in which I had seen a June bug. Being June, I suppose that’s quite apt.
It was slowly crawling along the concrete walkway leading up to the back entrance of the office building at which I work; its reddish-brown carapace was glossy, lustrous as it reflected the local landscaping lighting.
The color of dried, polished blood.
This insect, so small, giving me pause on my way to work.
Or rather, perhaps I’m far too simple and am distracted by shiny things.
