last night I stepped outside for a minute then sat down because a haunting cello and violin piece was being played by people down the street and there's something magical about live music floating over to you on a night breeze so I stayed there becoming a little melancholy, probably one step away from imagining myself as the abandoned lover in a serious sexy french film when suddenly a bee all yellow fluff and orange pollen flew up my nose and this folks is how the universe keeps us humble