July 8thThe sun was shining, the birds chirping, the leaves swaying slightly in the breeze. The smell of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers brought a small smile to my lips and filled me with a sense of peace. It was barely eight in the morning but already the sun had warmed the air.My eyes landed on a small bumble bee, flitting in and out of the perfect blooms and not for the first time I wondered what his life is like. Is it a simple life, carefree, or does he worry, do predators haunt his every waking moment, is he in a hurry, panicked, is that why his wings flutter so fast. It’s easy to lose myself in such thoughts, when my own reality is hidden behind the door to my back.The groundskeeper Kyle, had already done his rounds early this morning, avoiding the summer heat by starting at the crack of dawn, not that I could really blame him. It was the hottest summer we had seen in twenty years, or so Mrs H kept complaining.I sat down on the chipped and discoloured stone step, st
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