|Autumn Senescence, Lake Ridge Road|
|Black Birds Migrating, Lake Ridge Road|
From the side of the road I witness the graceful and exacting movement of the flock. Cars rush past oblivious to this awesome dance. There’s spaciousness in my chest and an intense feeling of gratitude overwhelms me. I don’t want them to leave! But they do and I must go, as well. I have someone special waiting for me to pick her up at 3:05.