
I lie on the couch reading, drinking juice. As the day wears on a warm wind comes up blowing around the newspapers stacked on the table.
Sitting outside in the shade I watch a crow walked up the street. he stops and cocks his head at the sound of a distant siren and then continues to walk.
The teenage herons are squawking in their nests. I can hear them from three blocks away. Soon they will fly away but the crows stay forever.
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