You step out the door on a
warm summer evening, and you notice that the
very air is alive with flittering, flying
insects of all sorts, backlit by the setting
sun and dancing aimlessly around like so many
unmelting snowflakes refusing to fall to the
ground. It's a wonder how one can safely breathe
in such a soup. I imagine the air is a vast
blue sea, and at any moment a huge blue whale
might sweep silently past the garage door,
mouth agape, vacuuming in tons of these krill
as it glides on to who knows where. And I
stand there, amazed...in my scuba gear.
Airplankton.