|Be thy silent slumber as peaceful|
as day dreams of youth.
So, today I did a very superstitious thing. I went back to the exact same spot at the exact same time with the exact same blanket (I rescued it from Sushilla [the dearly departed 2008 Yaris] after the tornado and still keep it in my new trunk, of course. My new car's name is Agador Spartacus.) and recorded for the exact same duration on the voice memo app of my 4S (her name is Daughter of Avalanche, if you like to know names of my electronics as well as my vehicles, and I know you do). No bees this time, but the sound quality is much better (there is still annoying wind, because I don't have fancy recording equipment or anything, just my phone), if you want to listen to that. I've put it here for posterity and ritual-ness. I tried to meditate as I was recording and I sat up so the bees would have to confront me directly if they showed their buzzy little selves again. I am convinced that last year they knew it was time to go and that danger was afoot. They were swarming northeast, is that a migratory thing or just a weird anomaly? In my warped mind, the fact that millions of bees didn't swarm past me this 16th of May, proves that I am ok. So, if this weird superstition makes you feel more ok, press play on the below sound file and meditate on the absence of bees. Mmmmm....no bees.