I awoke this morning at 2:34am to a literal chicken fight. There is a lilac bush outside my window that my cousin's range chickens love to perch in. Maybe there wasn't enough room for all of them to fit comfortably in the wee dark hours.
Although it jolted me to alertness, it didn't strike me as odd at all until I started to think about it on my morning commute. It blended too well with how chaotic and unusual the rest of my life has become. I wish I could tell more about it, that I could offer some sort of explanation, but it's just too complex, too involved, and too personal; even for me.
5 comments:
i hate this picture
hA!
One morning when I was on the bus when I was going to the U, I saw a woman shaving on the steps of the planetarium in downtown SLC. It had a similar affect on me.
I hate it too.
ha!
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