…with the sound of buzzing. Horseflies, deerflies, flies, wasps, bees, and mosquitoes. Yesterday I was bit by something that left a small stinger. There are motorboats that buzz the lake. Airplanes in the sky. These sounds circle me. And in the evening at Emma Lake we stop to listen: to grebes, a muskrat, some beavers, and other artist/writers as we gather around the fire. Sometimes we are quiet, and gaze at the sun, setting in the distance.
Hi to those who know me! And hi to those who don’t!
Ah, another buzzing that I miss!
Oh, how lovely…I’m more than a little jealous.
(Regarding B and the b-b-b-uzzing: heh.)
Hey A! Maybe next year we will all be here buzzing about!