by j5rsonI walked down to the train tracks to have a smoke. Rain was falling, but not a hard rain, just a drizzle that made it uncomfortable without an umbrella and made it seem like an umbrella was unnecessary. Crows began to gather, not quite at my feet, but close enough that I could get a good look into their shiny black eyes. They cocked their heads to either side and studied me too. They pecked and cawed, and scratched at the rocks between the railroad ties, ever watching. I went back in and left them to their damp autumn day.