Today a bug lands on me. Instead of swatting it off, I watch it, tiny and leaf-like, bright green, wide faced.
It crawls, spiraling around my finger, its feet tiny n's. I think I detect it accelerating; a hint of panic, desperate to find a familiar surface? When I finally put my finger against a tree, it steps onto the bark and freezes, hoping to fool me.
I poke it, and it scrambles a few steps and freezes.
I poke it again but this time it slips and falls right off the tree. I gasp, attached enough to care even though two minutes before I was most likely to brush it off the moment I sensed it, unaware that there was anything to care about.
I'm in a panic to find it.
I do and am relieved. I put my finger to the grass and it scrambles on. I put my finger to the tree and it scrambles off and freezes.
I watch it, then, loose interest.
Was it two hours or two minute
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