Moment in time

Though I don’t like working late, I do like that I get to witness how the sky turns pink and violet as the sun sets, and how the black birds fly in bursts, then rest on the power lines. If I lower the windows to the car, I hear the familiar cawing and shrieking; it reminds me so much of my late afternoon walks with my mom, when I was a child, as we passed by the “bird hotel,” like my mom called it, because in those late afternoon hours, the only sounds and sights came from the birds. Those were simple, sweet times, moments in time that I cherish…

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