So that's why it's surprising that I was kinda thankful for the bad traffic on the way home from work tonight. I left the hospital a little later than usual, surfacing from my cell in the basement to find a much chillier, much rainier day than I left eight hours earlier. And I was OK with that, actually. I sort of enjoy a seasonally appropriate, dreary fall day every now and then. That's a good thing, too, because the weather coupled with a mass exodus from campus left me sitting through several traffic lights on my way to pick up the interstate.
It was while I was sitting at one of those lights that my eye caught a flock of birds. There's something about these flitting and fluttering clouds that's so... magical, for lack of a more original term. I honestly think I could watch them for hours. It's a struggle to compare them to much of anything, except maybe a school of fish that took a remarkably wrong turn, darting from tree to tree to tree looking for that coral reef that it could have sworn was here just a minute ago. I love how that wild pack wings around the sky, charging at who knows what in a wonky swoop that levitates and careens and turns on a dime, a crazy game of follow the leader where every bird, apparently, gets a turn to be The Leader. Then, in some kind of avian turn at musical chairs, they all find a seat on the telephone wires. Hundreds of tiny birds all lined up like little feathered soldiers.
I have no idea why all of this is so appealing to me but I found myself completely content through two traffic lights, and a little bit bummed when I had to drive on by.
So this evening, after an extra long day and during the rush hour crawl, I made lemonade and I have to say it was pretty sweet. And a lot less messy.
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