They are our friends and teachers but will never be like us.
(If Pentex gets involved somehow, somewhere, your choice :) I'll run with it)
He walks, relaxed but ever on alert, always looking and listening while still being pleasant to anyone he comes across..
and then, The sun sets and he smiles, looking around for the right kind of place, for his kind of place, one where nature shows itself, it's time once again for him to let go, to come alive and be free..
(swarm time!!)