As we ate breakfast on the terrace we watched some tiny, tiny ants crawl up the wall. The folds in the plaster look a bit like mountains, reminding us of the curvy, steep road through Andorra the weekend before last.
Every now and then an ant would come down.
Then we noticed that most of the ants going up would stop and touch the ant coming down.
Were they kissing?
Were they asking for information?
Were they issuing warnings?
Is there a book in this: Ant Talk, The Little Ants that Could, Ant Climbs, The Ant Road Less Taken, I've been to the Mountain, 100 Paths to the Purple Flowers...?
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