I counted the rhythm. My bare arm laying over the top of its massive brown feathered body. Its chest rising and falling in sync with the expansion of lungs. My arm rising and falling with the chest.
What a simple thing a sign of life can be.
Bees. They’re those pesky summer insects you ran away from as a kid.
They’re those pesky summer insects that I often times still run away from.
And yet…. we need them. It’s a natural catch-22.
If you want fruits, vegetables, and wheat in your diet then you also want honey bees to exist. In fact, if you want to exist in general, you probably want honey bees to exist. One-third of the of the food we eat— close to 70 out of the 100 most used crops in the United States—are all pollinated by bees. To approach this impact from an economic standpoint, that’s around 16 billion dollars worth of crops annually.
“WHAT IS A POST ABOUT NEW YORK DOING IN THE NATURE SECTION, KATY!?” You ask, somewhat violently amidst your perplexion.
Fear not, dear reader. You will soon either realize that my mind makes zero sense, or that perhaps cities have a lot to do with nature.
I recently traveled to New York City on a trip that was half-based around the identity journey of being in my mid-20’s and wholly-based on networking interviews with publishers. At one point in my life, working as an editor at a prestigious publishing company sounded like a dream-job. I pictured myself bustling around the streets of Soho, grabbing sushi for lunch before returning to work–helping authors perfect the worlds I lost myself in in as a child, and perhaps eventually creating one of those worlds myself.