Planes, trains, automobiles, and ants

Today after my evening run, I stretched in the park across from our apartment. As I laid on my back to stretch these American thighs, I turned my head to the side. Eye level was an ant diligently collecting nectar from a dandelion as if it was the most important thing in the world. He climbed all over this supposed weed, through its golden landscape, over its hilly petals. It made me remember something my dad told me this weekend while I was home.

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