We met on our bikes, lawn chair haphazardly strapped to the bicycles’s baby seat.

We found dried honeycomb and a secret place in the rocks where prayer requests were stashed. I listened as her mama explained praying and we closed our eyes - sending our love to those who needed it. The names on the scraps of paper.

We left the honeycomb behind as an offering, hoping the ghosts of bees would carry our hope.