February 24th, 2005

Crows and Sparrows

I was up at 4:30 this morning. I wandered down to the Fleetwood at about 6 A.M. and had some coffee and breakfast.

On my walk towards campus, the pre-dawn sky was an incredible shade of blue. The full moon was behind me. The air was biting cold. A murder of crows cawed above me as they traveled west. And as I passed the ISR building on Thompson, a chorus of chirping sparrows accompanied the fading, ominous caws.

How true, I thought. How true.