Murmuration 04.16.2017


We drove through the twilight as the spring rain fell on rows of rapeseed; hawks tucking their wings to swoop across the neon-yellow expanse and catch dinner in fields painted the kind of green that only exists in the United Kingdom. A family reunion had me in very different conversations than I’m used to, and while I valued the generosity of my very extended relatives, my inner thoughts churned as unfortunately they are wont to do these days.