My husband and I were talking, just the other evening, while sitting on the front porch, shooing flies away, watching beetles scurry about, that among all of the creepy crawlers we are becoming familiar with, we had yet to see a proper grasshopper, remembered fondly from both of our childhoods.

He arrived today.

Perfect in his proportions, splendid in his emerald green suit, head cocked he studied me with steady, wise eyes.

I wondered at his appearance. Marveled at his timing.

Questioned, if perhaps, we had somehow created him. Manifested him out of nothing with only our memories. Willed him into existence with our thoughts and words.
Pieced him together out of fragmented descriptions.
Wondered if he was the solid form of our vague summer musings.

I suddenly felt heavy under the weight of his unflinching stare.
Self conscious at his unblinking assessment and realized, that he was wondering the same thing about me….