The Early Bird

There it was, crossing the sidewalk, steadily, with certainty, but who know where it was bound?

It was the middle of January and the snowbanks were a foot high. The sidewalk was clear but that small black beetle was trudging determinedly across the clear spot to the other side which was a cement parking lot, melting, icy and bleak indeed.

I stopped on my journey down the walk to observe this small insect slowly crossing in the sunny, wintry, January day. Was it the sun that woke this critter from its safe spot under the snow and grass? I could only wonder, admire the fortitude and speculate on the future for the life that could not, but I hoped would, make it until the warmth of the spring day.

Nature showed itself yesterday. Wonder of wonders! Where, how, when and why? Another mystery of our world.

GOOD LUCK!