The other day, the stars magically aligned (empty house, hour to spare) for a miracle and I had the time and space to jump onto my spin bike.
And it was good.
Which is nice because it’s not always good; sometimes it’s torture, but this time it was goooood (no, “spin bike” is not a metaphor): I was dialed into my ipod–Radiohead’s There There–turned up loud, wondering how many drums there are and singing along, singing dizzy, taking deep breaths and wailing the notes (because nobody’s listening), beating imaginary drums in the air (nobody’s watching), swinging my arms until my fingertips begin to tingle and elongate like feathers growing, legs pedaling like twin combustion engines and even the sweat felt good, as clean as an ablution, and it all began to liquify and I had to close my eyes because the good was bubbling over. It shot me up and I was floating high.
High. Higher. Hi!
Hello? Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? Like there’s an invisible antennae on your forehead quivering at attention?
That’s when I opened my eyes and saw them: Twelve crows sitting on the telephone wire outside my window, watching me.
Watching me like they’ve never watched before.
I wonder what they were looking at.
What song really gets you going?
And because I can’t talk about crows without talking about girls, check out this painfully cute video of an 8-year-old music lover.