You’ve learned the quiet of looking close. The way antennae ask questions in cursive. The way an exoskeleton shines like stained glass when the sun hits it right.
Here’s a short piece written for a “bugs liker” — someone who finds beauty, wonder, and value in the small, many-legged, often misunderstood creatures of the world. The Smallest Witnesses bugs liker
You know that “bug” is a loving lie — because you also love the not-quite-bugs: millipedes with their slow, synchronized wave of legs, springtails bouncing like commas made of rain, moth-fluff soft as dust come alive. You’ve learned the quiet of looking close