First hot night

[doodlemaier]

I thought, from the reflection on the trees in my peripheral vision, that what I was seeing were the lights of an emergency vehicle. I glanced up in time to see a large meteorite streaking across the western sky over Front Royal lighting up the trees in the backyard with its bright yellow corona and blue green tail that extended half way across the visible night sky. It was gone in a second. I listened for an impact and braced for a shockwave that never materialized.

The bees of Lada and Brigid were bearding around the entrances in the still, muggy night air. A couple thousand, or so, congregated there on the front porches fanning hot air that smelled of lemons and butter out of the hive and the mellow hum of their wings had a quality not unlike a purring kitten. Could it be that I'd been looking for the eternal buzz in the wrong sources all these years?

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signed, The Luddite