····in a field of snow—too many for one
Once again, driving home in the evening, I saw more crows in one place than I’ve ever seen. They were beautiful in that way that only a black bird can be beautiful in the snow. There were just as many consorting in the air above the field.
Tonight I really looked forward to the calm before and after writing a haiku. This may be becoming a habit that I enjoy.
78 January 25th 2016 | bottlecap