Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. In the midst of the beehive, oftentimes it is so easy for me to only hear my own buzz. I forget that the beehive is a vast, cohesive unit of many bees. The flurry of everyday life consumes me raw. I have become a victim to it, but even still, there is beauty in this seemingly monotonous cycle of droning. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.