Strength

Sitting with Leroy on the cement steps, beneath a burgeoning summer sky, a rather large ant emerges from the rock bed.  It is carrying a brown object of some kind through the tall grasses waiting for their turn to be mowed.  I admire its determination over the hills and down into valleys, while trying to dodge Leroy’s swift paw.  I wonder does it know the burden and weight it carries, or is this completely by choice, from a life broken down into simple tasks for survival?