crumbs of comfort

This was on a window sill I passed on my way home. It made me smile and think of all those times my resolve vanished and I ate / drank the things I promised myself that very morning I would avoid. Someone once described me as a "torn pocket" and I think he was onto something. I am so dissolute at times as to be more liquid than solid.

Anyway, see if you can spot the wee insect feeding on the sugar.