Another Christmas story

Less than a mile away, in the dim light cast by the plant lights in our classroom, a pill bug wanders around the compost. It moistens it gills, bumbles into a fellow pill bug, exchanges greetings with a brief twitching of touching antennae, then ambles over to nibble on a piece of potato.

It knows of existence, and the existence of others like it.

A North Cape May pill bug, wandering around, doing pill bug things….

Christmas means nothing, of course, to a critter no bigger than a wheat berry.

But living does.

The light is returning.

Amen.

There is joy and wisdom in silence and darkness. Merry Christmas!

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