June 2nd in the Castro
It was roughly 12:30 on a Thursday afternoon. It had rained in the morning, but now it was clear with big puffy clouds outside. A slight breeze, but a normal early June day.
I had some time to kill before going to work so I stopped on 17th and Castro and began reading the Bay Area Reporter. I saw across the street at the Harvey Milk Plaza Muni station kids with signs and wondered what 7th graders were protesting. They were having a bake sale...which made me wonder why they were out of school at noon.
I went back to my reading.
A group of tourist were walking towards the muni station clad in their yellow telltale yellow jackets. I watched them cross and saw a man coming up the stairs from the station. I didn't think much of him.
I went back to my reading again. I began to hear some commotion across the street so I looked over again. And there at the edge of the street was that man, wearing white pants and a white long sleeve shirt arms stretched out to his sides smiling, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of bees.
The bees hung on him, they flew around in every direction, the kids were running down Castro to get away, a woman in a business suit batted at her hair as she ran across the street. A swarm flew towards me and landed on the light post next to me before heading off in a hundred different directions.
A minute later, they had all dissipated and flow who knows where. That man lowered his hands and walked back down into the Muni station.
I had some time to kill before going to work so I stopped on 17th and Castro and began reading the Bay Area Reporter. I saw across the street at the Harvey Milk Plaza Muni station kids with signs and wondered what 7th graders were protesting. They were having a bake sale...which made me wonder why they were out of school at noon.
I went back to my reading.
A group of tourist were walking towards the muni station clad in their yellow telltale yellow jackets. I watched them cross and saw a man coming up the stairs from the station. I didn't think much of him.
I went back to my reading again. I began to hear some commotion across the street so I looked over again. And there at the edge of the street was that man, wearing white pants and a white long sleeve shirt arms stretched out to his sides smiling, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of bees.
The bees hung on him, they flew around in every direction, the kids were running down Castro to get away, a woman in a business suit batted at her hair as she ran across the street. A swarm flew towards me and landed on the light post next to me before heading off in a hundred different directions.
A minute later, they had all dissipated and flow who knows where. That man lowered his hands and walked back down into the Muni station.