- little corpses, drowned in snot, black on white: the tissue after blowing my nose.
or
- barely there lumps that I thought I felt in my throat when swallowing....sometimes coughing up a lump or two (and feeling cleansed and purged), or sometimes not (and wondering was there actually a lump? A question that I can neither answer nor forget - unless I cough it up).
Thank goodness a rather strong gust of wind, taking pity on my O2-less lungs, suddenly and efficiently blew the swarm away. What luck! But, within seconds of the wind passing and calming, the gnats managed to reassemble...in the exact same location. Curious. Holding my breath once again I ponder this...while staring at them in wonder: Why that spot? Why that exact 'two feet above my head; 7 feet above the ground; center of the bench' spot? Not all of life's mysteries will be revealed in this life.
Two more gusts of wind come (separately) - more scattering of the masses - who always reassemble - while confirming the unknown but certain importance of that exact spot.
I finally decide I need to breathe, so I move to the merry-go-round. It is gnatless, but my nose still itches.
