A bee at work

Warmed by the sun, surrounded by bees focused on tiny flowers, the artificial, the disconnected, the un-grounded, fades away.

Occasionally, bees sit on my finger as they work. The smell of herbs, the sound of bees, the warm, quiet light, fill my attention. I enter an illuminated world outside the modern flow of time.

The bees and I commune, holding quietness together, inside and outside of time.