How many of us will get to choose where we die? If you were allowed to choose, where would you choose?
I like to think this bumblebee made a choice. Whether it chose to do the one thing that sustained it throughout its life, or, perhaps, feeling the end quickly coming, this tiny being, with its body, striped like the sun, saw a beauty like none other in a zone 6 November garden. The bee was drawn to the apex of a fall crocus, its golden tendrils pulling the small life toward its end to be surrounded and enfolded by the most beautiful thing in its world.
If such a chance comes to me, I choose to emulate the bumblebee.