I had this amazing dream the other night where I moved to a small community of floating cottages, much like the Giethoorn village, in the Netherlands. My cousin showed up at my doorstep bearing the gift of a blue whale she lassoed using a golden cord. She was wearing overalls and a white shirt. It was the evening time and the stars were prominent with their light reflecting off the waters surface along with the warm glow spilling from the cottage windows. The atmosphere was serene and peaceful, we never spoke a word. She handed me the golden cord for me to release the whale into the open waters where he began to happily burst from the water and sink back down. The water remained undisturbed but the whale's enchanting songs hung over us in the stillness of the night.

I love bees and created this romanticized version of myself running and dancing in a field of flowers with my bees.

"Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it." — John Muir