Frog.
My attention is obtained by the light that move through my home about this same time every night. The illuminating beam fractures the darkness and travels from the kitchen to the living room, through the entry way, and finally, sets my bedroom aglow. This external luminescence is the head lights from the news paper delivery man's vehicle. Setting my laptop aside, I arise at walk to the front door and peered through one of the few pellucid glass panes that adorn it to verify the presents of the morning paper. Seeing that it has indeed arrived, and the previous radiance was not, in fact, the flood light from a patrolling police car, I turned and walked into my bathroom. As is my precautionary ritual, on the off chance that I end up gracing any bystanders with my existence, and in order to not terrify the public, I throw on a bra. Heading back to the front door, I unlatch both locks and head out ambling down the steps and along the front path. A dog barks in the distance while a few other unidentified and unseen beasts of the night make their attendance known. Reaching the end of the driveway, I bend down to pick up the news paper, turn, and head back to the house. While walking back I notice a little frog in the middle of the driveway. Bending down to take a closer look, in an attempt to commune with nature, I smile at the minuscule creature before me. In a moment of gaiety, I use the paper to lightly tap the frog's hind end and send it on it's way into the cool, damp grass. Walking back to the house, I gaze at the few glorious stars that remain in the sky, drink in the relatively tepid air before the sun rises and sets this part of the planet ablaze once more on this first full day of summer. Thoroughly delighted the momentary silence and calm that has become extraordinarily rare, I take one last deep breath and cross the threshold where I get walloped in the face by load, obnoxious ads informing me that I, too, can have hygienically disinfected floors while removing all of my unwanted, stubborn excess body hair. My computer and phone launch into a symphony of vexing alarms informing me that I am about to miss a birthday of a friend that I have not seen in seven years and who lives 1600 miles away. While shutting them off as quickly as possible, I think back to just a few moments ago, when the harmoniousness of the tranquil night was embracing me. Then, the almost transcendent ethereal wisdom abruptly crashes into me like a ton of bricks. With the recognition of universal oneness, I came to the realization that... I am the frog. When left to my own devices, a calming serenity is enjoyed in the middle of the driveway, a momentary break in the minutiae of life. Then, the world decides to come up behind me, kicks my ass back into the grass, and life goes on.