In the Order of Ants

In the ant farm-like disorder of Amman it can often be overwhelming walking down the street. Just down the way from my apartment a small piece of land looks across at the sprawling erratic placement of blocky, cement homes that roll out over the hills that compose this city. There’s something calming about this view. It’s like watching a thunderstorm pass by in a distant field.
An ever-smiling boy often greets me on my walks down the hill into town. His bright innocence and spark of life gives me hope every time I see him. This time he was hiding in the grass while trying to catch ladybugs.