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Mission

I wonder what this bee wants with me. I don’t think it wishes to sting me, but it’s flying too close to me for my comfort. I never invited it in when I went to collect the morning paper. It’s been whizzing past me ever since, not letting me concentrate on the news. Finally, it comes down and perches on the newspaper next to my right thumb. I throw away the newspaper in alarm and run out into the balcony. The bee follows me and disappears somewhere inside the tree facing me from the street. The tree is in full bloom. Like the bee, I don’t know the name of the flowers, but they are lovely to watch. I stare at them as they softly glow under the autumn sun. Quite oblivious of newspapers. I think the bee has accomplished its mission.