The way she writhes about, arching her back, limbs live wires whipping, cracking with energy, fists tight flailing the bed or fingertips spread on her hips, head rocking from side to side biting her lips, making little cat sounds in her throat, rhythmic moans and wails, eyes free-wheeling the whites shot with red until she opens them wide and shouts out ‘YES’ in dead certainty to the ceiling of the room.... Veronica’s honey dance. Now, I have the feeling that all this agitation must surely express with infinite exactness the distance in bee-miles from the hive to the flowers, time estimates to make the round trip, the shape and colour of the blooms, their species, size, load bearing capacity, the underlying soil conditions, the optimum flight path : navigation with minimum power consumption in terms of angles to the sun correct to three decimal places allowing for some intervening movement due to the earth’s rotation, key landmarks on the ground to lead you there, information on cloud cover, temperature, humidity, traces of air pollution, prevailing wind speed and much, much more. But I’m just one poor dumb worker bee, can’t read this code, can’t dance this dance, can’t really see what all this means. All I know is that there’s a very good chance she’s found honey out there somewhere.Birth sign: Libra
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