Raven Day

A raven on my way to work, early in the morning. Sitting in golden treetops, following me for a few short moments.
Walking through the park in a cloud of dark thoughts, alone with the pain of things going wrong, of life going wrong, wrongs of the past physically hurting again. And again, a raven. Following me, from tree to ground to rock to tree. Alone with my darkness and a raven in a Japanese garden, black clouds and black feathers beneath the red fire of Japanese maples in October.

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