Wednesday, May 28, 2003

this is when the city is just for the birds. As i rode east along 4th st, once i passed ave. b, a whole bunch were going at it in one, maybe two, trees. Parking the bike at home, i could hear some bizarre bird-sound, imagining it's a crow's chick, but of course, just taking a stab in the dark, i wouldn't have any idea what a crow's chick sounds like. Once upstairs, settling in, it sounds like all the birds are awake now - competing songs coming from all directions of the neighborhood. The light drizzle is keeping the dawn to a very slow progression of slightly lighter shades of dark blue, and the ears no longer want to hear the keyboard, but just lie in bed and enjoy the remaining minutes without human noise.