A slow-moving river of black wings, a scattered murmuration of corvids flew in meandering yet unified nonchalance towards their evening roost, while far below them we turned away from the mountain bathed in rose sunset, from the hazy foothills kissed with the last breath of cloud, to head towards the approaching dusk and warm company. We played games all evening with good friends and I felt full of something other than the stresses of my current life, falling into sleep the minute my head hit the pillow.