A perfect Saturday and a class filled to the brim, out on the balcony looking out into the trees and telephone wires; the creek below, listening to the sounds of birds, and a couple squirrels arguing over trunk space. With the snow finally gone it’s time to enjoy this space once more, but something has changed. There are bees living in the white chairs with the comfortable green cushions. I’ve swept away the leaves, the dirt, and brushed cobwebs from the walls, but still they claim the space to be theirs. I try to ignore them and spend time deep into the book i’m reading for the fourth time. The type of book that feels like it’s only little home, where aliens and crime solving mingle together along with scotch and Lady Death.