This image stuck with me and I wanted to share. In retrospect is doesn't sound all that exciting, but at the time it was mildly wondrous. The following odd poetic prose is my attempt to convey said image.
Betwixt avenues of frozen tar upon which mechanical chariots frantically hurtle sits a pair of black birds. Next to one another, but facing opposite directions, they intently take in all comings and goings, seemingly unwilling to let a single movement pass without note.
Their arrangement is too perfect, as if an unseen set designer has placed them just so. Perched on a steel gate, close enough to confer but far enough apart to be distinctly separate. Just now, one turns to the other, as if commenting on the scene.
I imagine they will, at some future time, be sitting on the shoulders of a one eyed God, reporting upon even this seemingly insignificant moment. Laughter escapes me unbidden as I fancifully consider Hugin and Munin. My conveyance is eating miles greedily and in an instant a bird are but a memory.
Betwixt avenues of frozen tar upon which mechanical chariots frantically hurtle sits a pair of black birds. Next to one another, but facing opposite directions, they intently take in all comings and goings, seemingly unwilling to let a single movement pass without note.
Their arrangement is too perfect, as if an unseen set designer has placed them just so. Perched on a steel gate, close enough to confer but far enough apart to be distinctly separate. Just now, one turns to the other, as if commenting on the scene.
I imagine they will, at some future time, be sitting on the shoulders of a one eyed God, reporting upon even this seemingly insignificant moment. Laughter escapes me unbidden as I fancifully consider Hugin and Munin. My conveyance is eating miles greedily and in an instant a bird are but a memory.
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