I find it quite funny that I'm reading two creative pieces inspired by chance encounters of the tiny, flying kind this morning (this and Tiny's Bumblebee I managed to catch just before payout).

I liked this, in the way one may enjoy a pastoral story or poem. It took me back to those days during my younger years where I would amuse myself with the tiniest things, while also reminding me a little of how I often found it kind of difficult to amuse myself in large droves of kids. I know everyone must think this of themselves, or it may sound pretentious, but I just couldn't seem to find the same things interesting.

That wonder at nature is something I lost for a long while and only recently decided to recover. Life and nature are truly a thing of beauty.

I'm a bit curious about your choice of not using capital letters in the title though. It seems deliberate, and I guess it could relate to the tiny nature of the discovery, or perhaps the fact that the main character is a child.

Open for interpretation!