Swarm

As the sun sets and the sky darkens, I cannot but reflect that this at first seemingly mundane day has nevertheless been one of signs. Upon arriving home I was swarmed by beautiful wasps every time I went outside. Scores of them. They followed me no matter where I went, drowsily, and as curious as ladies in waiting (I was keenly aware of their presence at every moment, of course -- echoes of that old childhood phobia, and that somatic memory of the pain induced by a sting...) Something is on its way -- isn't it? -- something new for all of us that we'll need all of what we have come from to meet... I suppose at least a few of us know we'll have no excuses should circumstances apparently demand them of us...