On a sun-drenched afternoon, I discovered an inchworm on my leg while driving. This tiny traveler, embodying the silent wisdom of the cosmos, clung to me. With a gentle hand, I placed it upon a tree near my storage locker, feeling the subtle pulse of our connection—threads of existence intertwining in quiet harmony.
Later, as I painted the interlacing leaves of ferns, lost in the abstract movement of their life, I glimpsed another inchworm, mere inches from my eyes. In that fleeting encounter, the universe whispered its secrets. The dance of life revealed itself in the delicate movements of this creature, an echo of the hidden unity that binds all things. As all three of us sway to and fro to the music of the wind, part of the vast, mysterious web of being.
I picked it up got into the car and took my sweet green friend to to meet their compatriot
