Friday, May 25, 2007
"Ribbons of them roll down, slack against the sky. They float in from all compass points, in kettles of a dozen, dropping with the dusk. Scores of Grus canadensis settle on the thawing river. They gather on the island flats, grazing, beating their wings, trumpeting: the advance wave of a mass evacuation. More birds land by the minute, the air red with calls."
--"The Echo Maker" by Richard Powers--
In less than 48 hrs, I'll be flying.
Not literally spreading my wings.
But its good enough.. for now :)