Crow Time

It's sunset, "crow time" when all the crows fly home to their nests en masse. Tonight I was on the balcony, which faces south, saying prayers, when two or three dozen crows settled on the branches of the evergreen trees across the way. I was starting to wonder if this was their nesting place, and how did I miss this before, when they all flew off overhead towards the northeast. A few calls, and mostly the whisper of their wings, quiet as a river fading off as they flew.

Pretty sure I'm loved, after all.