nothing like waking up early

 sipping a warm cup of strong coffee

 chewing on something that seems like a berry

 your brain catching up

and wondering

why there is a berry in your cup

because you don’t normally

add berries to your coffee

and you spit it out

only to discover

that it was really a random giant ant not a berry

who climbed into your cup

in the time it took you to walk out of the room and back

and you have unwittingly shared your coffee with him

and he, with you.

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“it is not enough to be busy. so are the ants. the question is: what are we busy about?”

-henry david thoreau