Sitting here I notice visitors sipping their tea and coffee after just exploring my home. Then in front of me I notice a small insect climbing the walls trying to go through my little door into the garden. I watch him climbing the yellow wood as if he was hiking up a mountain. I sniff him and he stalls probably thinking a windstorm has come his way. I stop and he continues his journey. What a strange little bug I can’t keep my eyes off him, visitors are coming and going and here I sit watching this little traveler. Finally he steps over the ledge and finds freedom, it after that he’s gone from my reach I wonder, “What would he have tasted like?”