See

I looked up from my seat on the porch to see a hornet's nest hung like a paper lantern in the crook of the supporting beams of my balcony. The bugs shot in and out of the opening of the funnel -- an ostentatious display of pride. I thought about how I had never noticed the building of these creatures' homes. One day they just exist, as if the bugs had cast a spell to distract me from looking up at the chosen corners and tree branches, or down below where ants flow out of hills. Perhaps we just never bother to take the time to look at things, to actually see them happening. And so the sting on my wrist is a reminder to twist my neck and open my eyes -- the world builds all around us.