Nov 2, 2020
The bugs dancing freely above the grass. Floating freely on the faintest breezes of wind. They dance through the air, not bothered by anything or anyone.
Living and thriving off the Sun's energy, fearing only the threat of rain for rain is all that could wash their existence away.
But for now the sun is shining, the wind whispering. And the bugs? They are dancing as if nothing else matters.