Had a rough night. My woes and the woes of the world seemed to be in bed with me.
When I woke up, the weather was cool and sunny so I decided to take a long walk. Walk off the bad night. I ended up at a little neighborhood beach on a big, big lake surrounded by ritzy houses. There’s a pier with picnic tables over the water – a nice place to rest up before the trek back.
I strolled out on the pier and sat at one of the tables with my feet on the railing, looking out at the water. All of a sudden I noticed what sounded like a million crows cawing on the other side of the pier. I turned around and a humungus tree was studded with them, the sky too. They were just flying around, having a good time. Enjoying themselves. Some of them would settle on the tree and one of them would pinch another one or something, and off they’d go. Swirling out into the sky.
The sky was pretty. Not stark blue – still too warm for that – but it was a pretty blue with lots of longish, flat-bottomed clouds floating across the horizon and a few puffy ones higher up.
A little boy about six or seven was leaning over the railing peering down into the water with his little brother at his side. “It’s a bass!” the older one shouted and ran to get someone. By the time he got back, the fish was gone. I asked him if it was big. “Yeah,” he said. “Do you go fishing?” I asked. “Yeah, I love to fish,” he answered then took off, little bro trailing behind.
I sat there a little longer, watching the crows, just soaking it all up, then got up and headed back home.