the happy place I go to in the summer is a little rocky shore with a stream that runs along it. I've taken to sitting on the damp rocks that sit right on the edge of the water. if I look, I can see all the little things living in the water: fish and bugs and snails like the one above. these snails are itty bitty - smaller than the nail of my pinky finger - and they just kind of putter around while I watch. today, I leaned over the water to watch the snails and wondered if some other being, too big for me to comprehend, ever leans over the world and watches me the way I watch the snails. I am hundreds of thousands of times bigger than these snails. is there something or someone out there hundreds of thousands of times bigger than me, peering into the place I am and wondering what my little self is doing, where I'm going, and what it's like to be a little person the way I wonder what it's like to be a little snail? do I bring them the same quiet wonder and contentment that these tiny snails bring to me? do they come to this corner of reality just to sit and watch us move about? idk. there's something comforting about the idea that there's something out there as big to me as I am to those snails. that we're all just kind of puttering and finding joy in those things that are so much smaller than us.