Today, I’m a pile of birds huddling together for warmth or companionship atop a pole, looking off to the north at a smudgy daub of a bone white cloud against flat gray mid afternoon skies, and waiting for the next round of rain to drag its sodden shawls and humid hems overhead.

Five or six birds sit together atop a slim white  roadway light pole against a grayish silver horizon fading upward to off white sky above a grab bag horizon of treetops close by and faint mountains over in Marin County in the distance Thursday, December 9, 2022 in San Pablo, California

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