On the previous night, Brett and I drove from Saint George to Jake and Amy's house for a shower for Taylor and Reegan's baby. Another grand baby, and a boy. I spent the last four weeks making a baby quilt. Hawaiian squares which I purchased years ago at the swap meet. The same swap meet in which Taylor had a melt down tantrum in his stroller. A couple of squares are a pair of his shorts as a toddler.
The next morning, I hopped in my car to make a run to Walmart for a couple of things for the shower. Light blue sky, but cold. The google maps meandered me through to a back road I had never been on, which reminded me of Idaho. There were fields on one side and tall leafless bushes on the other. All of a sudden, a shower of black fluttering birds, seemed like hundreds, flew up from the bare bushes and dipped down and then up into the sky. Lovely, like a falling black cape with a backdrop of crispy patches of snow, and the black paved road.
I looked in my rear view mirror and no one was behind me. Not a car in sight in front of me or behind me; so I stopped my car and I pulled my phone out and snapped a picture. I rolled down my window and poked my head out. I wanted to remember. The smell of the earthy branches. The slight rustle of the wind. I am grateful to be out by myself for a few minutes.
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