“I feel sorry for the poor bee” said the little boy. My feelings exactly, the giant bee dying on the sidewalk with its brains and white blood all over the place.
Such a strange vision. Like being in a video-clip. That is how I felt that morning. But it was a five dimensions clip because it included colours, movements, smells, tastes and sounds to it.
The smell of blessed morning coffee, the ocean with its calm beauty, the perfect weather, the sun bearing its stimulating shine on us… lying on the grass and talking.
The funny bee on the sidewalk. Laugh and serenity, the smell of pleasure on my skin.
Magic in black and yellow…
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