A quiet moment on the trail from Storm King Ranger Station to Barnes Creek — where ferns, evening light, and a slow kind of becoming offered a reminder I didn’t know I needed.

I caught a Rufous hummingbird in a rare still moment—then noticed a tiny midge fly photobombing in the background. This post shares the photo, a poem I wrote about it, and a little reflection on how nature always seems to sneak in a bit of quiet humor when you least expect it.