I Have Something to Say

Again...

I don't really...

Just...

I look up and I see a crow perched on the guttering of the building, looking out over his domain. He seems so calm, so knowing, so reassured by his existence. The sun turns his black feathers almost blue in their reflection and I think of you.

The crow catches something in the corner of his gaze, his eyes alight, his head turns, and I hear the air rush as his wings spread to urge his body forward. I see him catch the wind and swoop downwards, and I think of you.

It lets out his familiar call as he comes to rest back in what is now his familiar place, having either eaten or missed whatever had caught his attention before. He, to some is a pest, to others is beautiful, and to a rare few, a symbol of something poetic, artistic, magical, other-worldly and romantic. I feel all of this and I think of you.

What's curious is, the crow and my experiences may not in fact remind me of you at all, but you are so much a part of who I am, and the life I live, that you are forever tied to my experience of this world.

You are in everything. You are my everything. And for this reason...