It was precise, is routine. The breakfast was finished, his day begins. Just outside his window, several yards into the grass, two black ants march to this new adventure, this new day. He opens the door. Jack closes the door. Birds chirp but begin to lose there way. The ants, they are marching blind with intention. A refridgerador opens, Things are taken out. Jack closes the refridgerador. A bird flies into a window. A car crashes. A tennis game has begun. Jack sees a tennis game end from his window. With his right hand he turns the blinds…close. Thirty miles away the left trap of a youth tightens & knots. It has been pulled. Pain will exist. A coffee cup will be filled. Jack drinks the rest of his coffee. He places the cup .29 millimeters to the right of where it was before. A drop shadow occurs in real life. A bug loses its way. A tree has fallen. Jack turns on the dishwasher. A mosquito is swatted. A mosquito is injured. It dies. Jack sees it die & feels regret, “as if I didn’t have enough red to share,” & many miles from his sight somewhere someone forgives him directly.