Watching Fruit Flies

Watching fruit flies from a window, an orange tree being just outside of it, seeing them flitting about, fascinated by their tiny flight patterns. Fluttering up, down and in circles, trying to decide what to do it seems, letting imagination fly with them, deciding to make up little stories for each one that I see in front of the window. Leaves fluttering in the wind, chasing the fruit flies away from them and their limbs, standing out upon the tree itself. Funny how it is happening, bringing a smile to my face as each fruit fly is chased constantly away from it's destination.