There are places at Stow Lake which have incredible sounds (birds calling, water droplets falling), amazing smells (Eucalyptus trees, flowering plants), and great things to look at as well. One of those things was this honeycomb (pictured below on the left), which I noticed about two months ago. When I first saw it, there was a small amount of bee activity around it, but not enough that it seemed to be so active a hive anymore, just a few bees buzzing around the lower portion of it. I wondered what had happened that it seemed to be nearly abandoned, with only a few, apparently confused individuals seeming to be find this beautiful object useful anymore. For the next few days, I thought about what may have caused the demise of this object, and noticed that as the days passed, so did the activity around it. I thought about taking it home, to have as my own, to rally around it like I was a bee, to preserve the memory and feelings that I had felt as I passed it. I thought about removing it, but concerned about the possibility of angry bees still lurking nearby, and feeling that perhaps its' place was there in that tree crevice, I decided not to touch it.
The next time I passed it, it was gone.Two days after that, while walking near it, I spotted a young, evidently homeless man sleeping on a bench near the tree that formerly held the honeycomb. I have never seen a homeless person sleeping on a bench anywhere around that lake for the eighteen months or so that I have been walking there daily, and it seemed like that person's temporary home for that night had somehow referenced those bees' missing home. It made me sad that the sleeping person was so young to be homeless, but as I passed him walking the next time around on the path he appeared rather healthy, and I wondered if his choice of that particular bench had somehow rejuvenated him, as that honeycomb had rejuvenated me so many times previously.
