Sometimes I wonder if anyone really reads these small corners of the internet anymore. Maybe it’s just me, tapping keys with coffee breath and too many thoughts about nothing and everything at once. Welcome, anyway, whoever you are.
So, honeybees and helium… odd couple, right? But it felt right when I bought this domain in the middle of the night, half-dreaming about bee hives and kids’ balloons escaping into pink sunsets. Sweet and weightless — sorta what I crave lately, stuck between bills and mild existential panic.
Sometimes I sit in the backyard, squint at the neighbor’s unkempt garden, and swear I see tiny bees dancing in clover. They probably don’t care about me. Bees just do bee things: buzz, gather, sting if pushed too far. I envy that. No doomscrolling, no quarterly taxes.
Then there’s helium. I read somewhere (don’t quote me, I’m not your science teacher) that helium is running out — we’re using it up for party balloons and MRI machines. Makes me weirdly sad. Like, imagine a birthday without that squeaky voice trick or shiny balloons tied to the mailbox. If you want to dive into the gloom, here’s a short article that made me sigh out loud once.
Anyway. This site is maybe about bees, or maybe not. Maybe it’s about the things I can’t say out loud to people I know. Some sticky thoughts that hover around my head like gnats when I try to sleep. If you’re reading, maybe you’ve got those too? If not, teach me your ways. I’d trade you a jar of honey for your secrets, honestly.
I might throw in some random facts about honeybees here and there. Or post blurry photos of clouds that looked better in my head than they do on my phone camera. If that’s boring, sorry (not really). It’s my sandbox, and sometimes we just need a soft place to dump our wandering brain, right?
Today, for example: I almost didn’t write this. Kept telling myself, “no one cares, no one cares, no one cares,” like a broken radio. But then, part of me wanted to see words spill out messy and honest. So here we are, clumsy and half awake. I like it better that way. If you want polished words, there’s probably a thousand SEO blogs somewhere else. Google loves those. This isn’t that.
Before I ramble more — if you find a bee trapped inside your house, please, gently cup it with a glass and slip paper underneath, then set it free. Don’t swat. They’re tired, not evil. And if you ever feel like a popped balloon yourself, know you’re not alone floating away unnoticed. Not here, anyway.
So… stick around if you want. Or don’t. I’ll keep scribbling. Maybe next week I’ll write about honey in my tea, or helium in science labs, or nothing at all. Thanks for stopping by my little weird patch of sweet air. May your thoughts be light and your coffee just right.
