Staying in Touch with the Real world

I’m sitting at a small table in a hotel room in Grove City. I am lucky to have a ground floor room next to a vast expanse of bright green lawn and cedar trees.

(We won’t mention the fireworks warehouse next door, in between two gas stations. Nothing’s perfect.)

I sit here, reading emails and USA Today and suddenly see them – large and black, as big as my cats back home. Two shiny crows, their feathers iridescent in the light of the rising sun. They are so close to my window that I can almost touch them and see the glint in their dark eyes.

It’s going to be a good day.