'This wood tastes better than it looks.'

The wooden plank beneath my feet was alive in ways I hadn’t anticipated. A tiny beetle had claimed its territory there, moving with a purpose that seemed almost exaggerated for such a small creature. Its muted beige shell blended into the wood’s grain so perfectly that I nearly missed it altogether. It clung to the surface as if it were navigating some great expanse instead of just a few inches of timber. Watching it work its way along the cracks and crevices reminded me of how even the smallest journeys can hold significance when viewed up close.