It came upon me that life is short. Not a new idea by any means, but an idea that holds precious meaning in certain and precious circumstances. It came upon me in mid-afternoon. It wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the last, but it was memorable.
This beast of insignificant size spent most of its time, from what I surmised, buzzing around the front door of my apartment. Every day for a week or so it would be there to greet me and see me off.
It came upon me to record this gentle musician for posterity's sake.
So I grabbed my camera and began the process of capturing the elusive bee. Capturing, mind you, in a purely photographic sense
It danced in the air as if it were posing. But its poses were playful and prancing. There were few moments in which it actually stayed long enough for a decent view.
Slowly it began to disappear. Off into the distance. A soft glow of the afternoon sun enveloping the bee.
As the last moments of its presence waned I sensed that it was not going to be around much longer.
Such a small creature didn't seem to have long to spend buzzing for my enjoyment.
The bee must have had responsibilities to the hive, and many more plans to fill the short time of its existence.