I'm outside in the sun and a fly lands on my white tee. 🤷🏾‍♂️

His limbs rub together. Head twisting this way and that. Then he pops a squat and leaves it. A tiny brown dot that twinkles.

A star. No different than one way up in the sky. The Universe is truly all one, alive and aware to itself.

The majesty!

I think of Disney's Pinocchio and wonder if it still holds true. The cricket singing, "...when you wish upon a star."

A breeze dries the twinkle away. Oh ok no nevermind. Another fly lands.

No.