On Tuesday, I was stopped mid-scroll by a posting of the astounding conehead mantis, perched like a showy supermodel on a twig.

On Thursday, I was halted mid-run by the buzz of honeybees over my head, gathering pollen from the fleeting blossoms of the saguaro cactus.

And just this evening, I was paused in my pruning by a miniature beak peeking out from a nest of hatchlings, not even a foot away from my shears.

Dear ones, as we lumber through our gigantic lives,

let’s look up,

and down,

and over.

Let’s gasp in wonder

at the little things that run the world.