What do you do when the bees stop talking?

It’s not that they’re quiet—more like they’ve stopped trying to be heard. I stood by the hive yesterday and just… listened to the silence between the hums. No queen, no brood, no frantic wings. Just stillness. I don’t know if it’s peace or surrender. What do you do when the thing you’ve spent years learning to read goes silent? Not dead—just gone. And you’re left wondering if you were ever really listening at all.