I was walking back home quickly, all scrunched up and huddled like an old woman. It's cold and damp. And weird people in jogging shorts and kiddies on wheels squeal past me. My head aches. Too much lab. When is it ever going to end? And I hear the squawking. Looking up, I see a spiny tree with elongated gourds hanging downward like limp male genitals. And on top of the naked branches, there is this black shroud, shimmering. A flock of birds. Crows. Ravens. Arguing. A small microcosm of the world around me, people jeering at each other, not caring. God, the weather is so depressing.
