Today, a bee approached me.
Unannounced.
Unscheduled.
It hovered near my dossan with what I can only describe as artistic interest.
I froze.
We made eye contact.
It circled once.
Twice.
I lowered my chin slightly — not fearfully, but strategically.
It landed.
On. The. Fringe.
Time stopped.
The goat whispered, “Don’t move.”
I did not.
After several long seconds, it departed.
I remained still for a full minute afterward.
There are battles you win by not reacting.
Official Statement:
“Stillness is power.”
Respect. The. Hair.
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