The frog was on the window again. A small gray tree frog, the size of a quarter, stuck to the glass, rapidly breathing and pumping its throat like a heartbeat with a constant tempo.
Its purpose however, of suctioning itself to my window exposing its white and yellow underbelly and webbed appendages, was to me completely unknown. It probably was there because it was attempting to absorb the heat radiating from my house to warm it coldblooded existence.
Maybe it wanted to consume the insects that mindlessly hovered around their beacon of hope, the small light wired to the overhang of my roof, illuminating the smudged glass.
Or what if it purposely climbed the pane only to specifically torment me with the keeping me ignorant of the reason of its location.
Well, I would never know.
I sat and stared at the amphibian. It stayed in its position and did absolutely nothing. Still stuck in its infinite trance of expanding and deflating its chest.
I got up and slowly walked toward the glass. The frog would never see me, but I could observe it as much as I wanted. I would be able to know every obscure aspect about the creature, every twitch, blink, and breath, and it would never be aware of my existence.
Slowly I got closer and closer. The frog never changed its position, so the distance between us diminished gradually. Eventually I was almost touching the window.
Then I was.
I placed my forehead on the glass, centering the frog in the middle. It twitched slightly from surprise of my face pressed flat on the window, but then resumed its frog activities once it realized I was no threat.
I would do this all night. I would watch the thing every second, every minute and hour, to figure out what it meant. I wanted to know what it would do, when it would move, and who it was. I wanted to know where it went during the day, and why it appeared to the same window every time the sun went down. I would grow this mental connection with this amphibian, a link between two completely different souls of two completely different people, and once that awesome connection was created, I would finally-
And in the blink of an eye, it launched itself of the glass, shot through the air, and landed in the bush below the ledge. Gone in an instant.
I guess I'll try again tomorrow night. I know the frog will too.
