I was riding home on Friday after work. It was cold and lightly raining. To go from Factoria to
Eastgate, I chose the south frontage road that runs along the freeway, heading east. This route is a
long, steady slog. I was steadily grinding up the hill, my mind churning on various topics, when I
looked up and saw the moon.
The sun had already set, but there was still light in the sky, such that the sky was a light blue
grey around the moon, not yet black. Dark grey clouds were swirling around, obscuring and revealing
the bright grey-white of the moon. And then seven black birds flew by, in front of the moon, in a
ragged formation. I put my head back down, continuing my pedaling, and looked up again, and there
were three black birds flying in front of the moon. I returned to pedaling, and then put my head
back up, and now there were several dozen birds flying west, towards the brighter horizon behind me.
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