|Wild pill bug, loitering on a North Cape May driveway.|
It sees light we know exists, but no human will see today.
It knows sound we know exists, as an old analog clock ticks a few feet away.
It knows of existence, and the existence of others like it.
Christmas means nothing, of course, to a critter no bigger than a wheat berry.
But living does.
The light is returning.
There is joy and wisdom in silence and darkness.