Shadows in the Sky
January 6, 2021 – A nother seemingly routine day at the office, though the kind where the undercurrent of something unusual hums beneath the surface. My day ended earlier than usual, a rarity that felt like an unnoticed nudge from the universe. The chill in the air was sharper than expected as I walked, focused on my own thoughts, the rhythm of my steps almost meditative. Then, a piercing sound broke the monotony—a crow’s call. Sharp and insistent, it echoed in the stillness. Before I could process, another joined, and their cries wove together like an urgent symphony. Instinctively, I looked up. Above me, the sky was alive, a tapestry of motion. Black wings, the sheer number of crows—hundreds, maybe a thousand—swept through the heavens like a living shadow. Their cries crescendoed as they moved in unison, a chaotic yet harmonious dance. My breath hitched, the moment pressing heavily on me, though I couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t until three years later, on this very da...