To Bee or not to Bee
Another close of day, and rain pulsed on the building in tintinnabulation. This was not my choice of evening, but ducks should be dancing with pleasure.
Another day in the jungle – feeling wiped and horrified at the thought of fighting traffic through squares of manmade symmetry. As I waited at a light, I wondered why our world was square. And I wondered why the bee, that architect of perfection, had chosen the hexagon as its design, but man is smarter than a bee and not as fragile.
And I wondered why I wore my dress pants on a day destined to be bucketing till I remembered – man is smarter than a bee.
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