Me and the Bee

I set off running and I start low. I find myself on this route cause I know I don’t want to go where I’ve been before. A couple turns, and I have before me the option to avoid the hill or to start climbing. This morning, I don’t need to think twice, I start climbing. On streets that turn into hilly cul-de-sacs, up paths, the houses getting bigger and the views better as I climb. I turn a corner and I see the park, and follow the sides of it until I can enter. There is no particular way I’m following, just going up. There’s the path; pavement to dirt to stairs back to pavement, and before I know it I’m at the top. This time seems easier than the last. A woman saunders by with her dog, and I find my way a few feet over and kneel down. As I kneel, I see what looks like a bee. It’s big, with a fury black head, large body, and motionless. Weird. Rarely do I see that, the bee makes no movement to flee. And even over the next couple minutes, no movement. It seems as if it's dead. It must have frozen last night, what else could have happened? As I’m thinking, the condensation from my breath engulfs the bee in waves, flowing over it. A crazy thought enters my head: what if I could breathe new life into this bee? And after a few moments, and a few slow, long breaths…there is a movement, very slight. It seems to be coming awake! It moves it’s body and legs slightly. No way, couldn’t be me...
Out of nowhere there’s an unnatural sound behind me- it must be another dog walker with their dog- a dog could mess with the bee, the person might step on it. They come close, I look back, and a man is staring at me as if he’s wondering what I’m doing. Of course, noboby here can mind their own business. He lingers, I wish he wouldn’t, but he does and he sits only a few feet away. I don’t want to leave, I want the fact that he’s there not to matter, but it seems I have to leave the dream in my head and this bee to fend for itself; but if I stay, the bee might live.
For a few, crowded seconds, I try to recapture the serenity and companionship, but my mind gets the better of itself. I spring up and leave the bee to it’s own fate.