The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue. For the people of the town, it was a blessing; for the girl in the oversized bee costume, it was a cage.
"I just want to feel the rain," she’d whisper to her reflection, adjusting her mesh wings. "Just a little grey to make the yellow pop." Blind Melon - No Rain
There, dancing in a circle around a massive oak tree, were dozens of them. There were bumblebees like her, but also dragonflies with iridescent capes, grasshoppers in green spandex, and butterflies with cardboard wings. They weren't professional dancers; they were awkward, joyful, and beautifully strange. The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue
She would set her stage down in the middle of the park, the sun beating against her antennae. Click-clack, tap-tap. She danced for the joggers who didn’t look up and the pigeons that didn’t care. To Heather, the bright sunshine felt mocking. It was a loud, happy song played on a loop, leaving no room for the quiet, damp comfort of a rainy afternoon. "Just a little grey to make the yellow pop
Heather didn't hesitate. She didn't wait for an invitation. She scrambled down the hill, her wooden stage forgotten, and threw herself into the middle of the swarm.