One evening, I came across a bee in my kitchen sink. A little wet from water droplets, I picked him up to get dry. Seeing him weak from the struggle, I rumbled around my tea cabinet to find some honey for him, probably in vain, to see if it would help him find some strength. I like to see beauty in every day, and was whisked away by how beautiful this creature looked. I put him outside after a while, I don't know if he survived, but I like to think he did. After watching a recent documentary about honey and bees I have gained such respect for these creatures (I was scared of them before), and wanted to honour this little bee, and show how beautiful they really are.