I shot this frame, turned to go and looked back to discover a roly poly bug skittering along about 6 inches from the ash. The wind shifted the smoke directly into the little fella's path. As the smoke curled around him he skidded to a halt, looked left, looked right, and did a 360 in a way that made it look as if he was coughing.
I crouched down to try and catch another reaction. It was too late. The moment was gone.
