AISHA
Aisha didn't recognize the polar bear in this body, but perhaps she noticed his familiar aura, a gentle blue that seeped through their attuned bond. She couldn't place the feeling, but she committed it to his face, his blonde hair, his blue eyes, his weathered hands. The woman faced him, for a moment before glancing back out the window at the chorus bees when they changed up their melody. This note was sweeter.
"Do you hear the humming? It's these bees out here," she offered, stepping back from the glass and pointing at the congregation around the tree. She wondered how he might react, entranced by their song as she was, or indifferent to them. To her it was amazing how so many creatures could be so in sync with no one too conduct them. They just knew instinctively, this was how they lived; together, as one, and she could admire that.
"Do you hear the humming? It's these bees out here," she offered, stepping back from the glass and pointing at the congregation around the tree. She wondered how he might react, entranced by their song as she was, or indifferent to them. To her it was amazing how so many creatures could be so in sync with no one too conduct them. They just knew instinctively, this was how they lived; together, as one, and she could admire that.
and there's a hole in my chest
like there's a hole in the sun
like there's a hole in the sun
so tell me what's coming next?
