The Life of Mr. Boatman- Computers, Class, and Glass
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
The past couple of mornings on the drive into the city the little birds fly. They burst out of the trees and the brush and the grass and fly. They fill the sky above the truck and look like leaves blowing in a strong wind, not coming to ground. It is really very beautiful, these birds. I am not sure what is their species, or what sound they make, or to where they go, or why 6:50 is the magical time they awaken and fly.