She would stare up at the stars each night before bed. Examine each one closely, looking for the unique twinkle, the strange sparkle, the magic that was different for each.
Then she would close her eyes.
Listen to the silence.
To the sound of the universe ripping apart and the sound of the bees humming around, trying to keep the order.
Einstein had said that if bees were to go extinct, humans would follow in four years.
That's high school.
That's a few breaths, a few twitches of the eye, nothing more.
That's how connected we are.
She thought of her yoga teacher, the sound of the room breathing energy, creating light.
She thought about the first sound in the universe, the electric calm that filled the space.
Omm..Omm..Omm..
The sound of the honey bees.
