Small trickles of rain fall from the sky hitting his windshield—beads of water forming the inertia for his thoughts. He peers through the glass into the night. An explosion, a bang, a tragic accident: he swerves into the light, blinded by his own illusion. With a purpose and a subtle wind, a silken white owl swoops down and sits perched upon the hood of his car. He lends his curiosity to the shadows within this bird’s eyes. Time stops as the windshield wipers glide across the glass, a slight blur in the prism of life.


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