Friday, October 21, 2005


I rescued a turtle last thursday night. I was driving home in the rain, and almost ran over him as I made the last turn into the apartment. I parked the car, scooped him up, and carried him down to a nearby creek. Unlike the previous turtle that I saved several months ago, this little fellow didn't hide in his shell the whole time as I carried him, but rather made a bold swimming motion through the air. It was a hell of a lot of fun. I could rescue turtles in the rain all day long.

Early Wednesday morning, Katie woke me up in the monotone grey light of a very cloudy dawn. And for a neat, and slightly disconcerting reason. Thousands of small black birds were swarming high up in the trees outside our apartment, sloshing back and forth from tree to tree in cantankerous waves. Some migratory flock no doubt, they were long gone by later that morning. It was their shrill, ominous cries that really perturbed one's ... sense of ease. It was the sort of thing you'd observe about an hour before the world came to a abrupt, dramatic end. But I suppose I was in that weird state of consciousness where you are awake for a few moments before falling asleep again and re-awaking a couple hours later at the usual time. Kind of like normal consciousness, and yet, not...

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