Private moment

I was taking a break from writing a paper proposal on Proust's systems of dualities so I could think through my ideas while walking Cider, when I ran into these two, doing their best to help the survival of their species.

Their little private moment inched out this little guy, who has found that a smattering of pollen is nature's best camouflage.

Guess it must be an insect kind of day.

Back to Proust now...