2003-02-09 - 5:01 p.m.
i live on the eighth floor, so sometimes the black birds that roost in the trees betwixt the dormitories fly past.
it's kind of touching (in that "oh crap, this is sort of scary" way), how they fling themselves collectively into the wind. at first they seem desperate, and suddenly accumulate in the treetops calmly.
i caught sight of them rushing by my window and have spent the past ten minutes waiting with my camera for them to do it again.
(the birds remind me of those creepy black-swathed flying guys from this one comicbook, "The Authority: Relentless").