From three years ago
Less than a mile away, in the dim light cast by the plant lights in our classroom, a pill bug wanders around the compost. It moistens it gills, bumbles into a fellow pill bug, exchanges greetings with a brief twitching of touching antennae, then ambles over to nibble on a piece of potato.
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| Wild pill bug, loitering on a North Cape May driveway |
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.
Amen.
There is joy and wisdom in silence and darkness.
Merry Christmas!
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