In front of me a woman and her husband face one another on their porch. They've just reunited after a long separation. The rows of worn floorboards between them and their halting, hesitant way of speaking tell me there's a lot no one is saying. Despite the wife's smiles and efforts to set her husband at ease, this isn't a happy reunion. To my left, barely within my peripheral vision, bees buzz angrily inside a beehive. I hope none of them gets out. The thought, or really more of a feeli...