Went to go sit in the steam of the shower and I picked up the wash cloth I used yesterday to put it in a hamper and it was seething with ants. Couldn't stick a pin between them there were so many.

Husband dealt with that while I laid down on the bedroom floor with a heating pad and contemplated life and how mine is not more significant than an ant's or the little mites' living in my eyelashes. We all come from one singular biogenesis event and that is a beautiful and awe inspiring thing.

Pain blossoming out from my kidney like a pea plant searching for something more stable to grab a hold of. I wonder if the corn knows, I wonder if the corn cares, when it becomes a trellis for peas or when long beans hang from their cobs.

Beans and peas, for their part, have little universes of bacteria that live in nodes on their roots and help to breakdown the nitrogen in the soil as a byproduct of their existence, that next season will leave the soil rich and nutrient dense for the next batch of vegetables. I wonder what I'm leaving behind without realizing it. I wonder what byproducts of my existence have already made an impact. Are we humans not incredibly lucky to have the consciousness to consider these things?