The gnat stood at the edge of the blade of grass in perfect form, wings straight, eyes front, breathing slowed, muscles tensed, body rigid with concentration. He took in the entire scene before him: the weeds around him, the sun setting to the west, the distance in front of him and the debris from the eucalyptus. He gauged the wind and it was still. He’d wait for the wind to help with a gust, to gain maximum lift and then he’d pump his wings furiously so as to glide across the obstacles to his goal – the yellow slide that would allow him to get a thrill ride down its slippery surface and, if he was lucky this time, do a double somersault over its edge before soaring up into the air for the evening. This little gnat was not boastful. He never mentioned his daredevil dreams, but he wanted more than to flit around and bite at the odd snack here and there before disappearing. He knew his time was short and he knew he wanted different things that his fellows. So he practiced his gymnastic feats in solitary moments, never letting on that he had dreams of higher pursuits.
How lucky we are that we were granted witness to this pivotal moment and observe how he’s steeled himself for the feat. In a moment of two, it will be the right time and then he will be OFF! Good luck little gnant – follow your dreams!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.