A list of moments that made me pause and take note in the past month or so. When I am out sitting and reading on park benches, I find tiny insects crawling on me. The pigeons become less scared, hopping closer and closer, cocking their heads at me. These are small but vibrant red dots, which I assume are spiders, on my hands and my chest, and my forehead. I shoo them away, smush some in the process, and feel slightly guilty. It feels like if you stay still long enough, you will be absorbed back into the natural world.
#1: a catalogue of small moments
#1: a catalogue of small moments
#1: a catalogue of small moments
A list of moments that made me pause and take note in the past month or so. When I am out sitting and reading on park benches, I find tiny insects crawling on me. The pigeons become less scared, hopping closer and closer, cocking their heads at me. These are small but vibrant red dots, which I assume are spiders, on my hands and my chest, and my forehead. I shoo them away, smush some in the process, and feel slightly guilty. It feels like if you stay still long enough, you will be absorbed back into the natural world.