You asked me if I was going to write about the yellow light that highlighted the end of her driveway, and then went on to tell me you saw a crow yesterday in a lone parking space in a grocery store parking lot. “It was there in a spot that no one filled,” you said. “I thought it was the kind of thing you would want me to write about.” You didn’t trust me to back down the long, winding road at 5:23 a.m., but I insisted I had to go because the birds were too loud in the trees and it was hurting my head.
