Thirsty Bees

Thirsty Bees.

The bees here are chill. One stung Natalie. She may have forgotten by now. We’re very much so among them outside. They’re chill thirsty bees. I say bees because I usually associate wasps with stress and jumpiness. I haven’t been jumpy. We’re in a cone of gratitude. It’s violet, pink, blue, and on the bottom, bright shades of green. We’re singing, laughing, and well-wishing the weightless colors to the stratosphere. 

Everything hums back. 

Someone jumps in the pool and creates waves. The ripples waft the wasps and bounce with natural buoyancy to the music in the background. Thirsty bees all day coming and going.

…As we are.