i take night classes at the local community college because i'm an overachiever. i was walking out after class this evening, as the sunset had just faded into dusk, and the sky looked like a watercolor painting. there was a light breeze gently playing with my hair. as of today, fresh cut grass is the sweetest thing i've ever smelled. as i walked across the lawns, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. i craned my neck upwards to see one hundred crows beating their way across the faintly blue sky. more movement, more birds. now the sky is peppered with four, five, six hundred crows flying north. i've never seen so many birds in my life. the mass of dark forms cut a sharp contrast against the graying dusk. over the sounds of people chatting and cars running i heard a sound i've never heard before: a feathery cacophony, the flapping of fourteen hundred wings. it was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.