吀栀e Twel昀琀h of June By: Anna Richardson Today, I learned a large lesson from a little bug on the shore: a winged thing, 昀氀ipped over on his back, soaked. Six legs wiggled with futility then stopped moving completely. My 昀椀rst thought was to end his misery. I picked up a shell, sharp at one end, and hovered it over his trembling form. I’m not sure why I hesitated. 吀栀e moment was lost. I dropped the shell and walked away. When I passed back by, I found him right side up on top of the same sharp shell wings outstretched, sunning himself as if to bronze his yellow stripes. I had come so close to losing hope, and yet was struck with awe by His design on the coastline. I learned something large from something small. 6