Once Upon A Dandelion Dream

I wake slowly, fat and drowsy, to the hum of the hive. The world, coming to life again, is honeysuckle scented on the warm wind. Sweetly it teases me, stroking, tickling my senses, gently pinching.


Time to get up. Get up, sleepy head.


Change is coming. The world is soft. The hive, feverish, hungry, reaching a crescendo, pushes me out into the meadow.


Time to go. Go, my friend.


I follow the crowd, drifting lazily, antenna twitching. Buttercups and spiny, purple nettles. Lacy white apple blossom, falling in clouds. The misty morning, damp with dew, dripping from leaves like clear honey.


Alive. This is what it feels like to be alive today.