5:37 am working an early shift. Making a cup of tea. I notice a tiny ant climbing up the refrigerator door. I reach to end his life acting on impulse as if responding to a long held tradition. I pulled my hand back. It was just one ant traveling alone up the side of the door. Who am I to choose the fate of his journey? He has chosen an arduous journey. I turn my attention to the tea I am making. When I look back the tiny ant is gone. I hoped to send him a thought of Bon Voyage. The stark whiteness of the refrigerator could not hide him. He was gone. Maybe he lost purchase and fell to the floor or maybe he was there for a moment to provide me with the opportunity to honor life. Who's to say?
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