this morning #412.

this morning, crawling caterpillars completely covered the concrete patio outside her home, like a furry, black & orange army preparing to storm her castle as soon as dawn broke. from her kitchen window, she stood in silence, watching them pulsate like a plush carpet atop an ocean. her surprise wasn’t related to the mere presence of the lil’ buggers. it was more about the meaning behind their congregating in such numbers, like something out of the bible. an ominous assembly of insects wasn’t a positive sign. she knew that much. what she didn’t know was that these woolly bears would retreat by hour’s end. by the end of the season, she’d wonder why there were so many moths.