I left the house at dusk, and as I walked to the car, heard a large flock of crows cawing loudly up on the mountain. The birds were not visible. What they were yelling at was not visible. Just a clamor in the rising dark on a dreary evening.
Twilight on the mountain.
Calling of unseen crows.
Anxiety settles in.
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