Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Sure, if you wanna know it straight: the first thing I saw and heard — and (let's not fuck around about this) those are the two most powerful senses; if our sense were a wolfpack then you know those two duking it out to be alpha, baby — was a crow. This crow was a large menace, not a just a blackbird. And I had to pause, right there in the gravel and partly bad grass driveway, finally coming back to life with the rare 50° degrees we should be expecting today, and I had to say to myself, "no, crow, no. You will not be an omen. You are not an omen." Earlier my son said to me, "daddy, put down your phone." It was the first time he had strung all those words together. So I'll take that bird and his caw as a warning, nothing more and nothing less.
