'I cast a bigger shadow than my size suggests.'

There it was—a tiny fly, its delicate wings catching the late afternoon light like fragments of stained glass. It stood motionless for a moment, its shadow stretching across the wooden plank beneath it. I couldn’t help but admire how something so small could seem so commanding in its stillness. The wood carried the faint scent of sun-warmed sap, and for a brief moment, the fly and I shared this space without intrusion—two travelers pausing in an unspoken truce. The simplicity of its existence reminded me of how much beauty there is in observing life as it unfolds, even in its quietest forms.