The birds were swarming over the Target at sunset tonight. Even the cart recepticles in the parking lot were swelled by feathered sillouettes against the lava sky. When I drove by a sweep of flying shadows passed beside my car.
Where are they flying? *sigh* Given my current predisposition to contemplation; analogies everywhere.
I know where the Settles are flying, that's a 23 hour drive I've actually done myself. Janet is trying to extricating herself from her multitude of "she does that too?" so she can fly into retirement. I know that wherever Matt is flying, he maintains control.
Time to bury myself in my work again. Fortunately, creating new splash screens doesn't really count as work.
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