Oh, I see. It’s you and me, having honey and buzzing around me with a list of groceries. I looked upward in the sky, I looked downward, and started to fly. I flew farther to the North, from wilder to wildest, from East to West.
Honey of red flowers is different than that of blue flowers. Honey of yellow flowers is different
than that of Neel Konthi. Oh, I see, it’s you beside me, having honey and buzzing around me with a list of groceries. High above the Adirondack Mountains in July.
