Nine crows studded the top of a Torrey pine in an arc, like an ominous crown, heralding the death of a king.
Today, I was visually drawn to a tree. The massive Torrey pine sits at a corner where I turn multiple times a day to make my way home. I looked up into the grey sky and saw a flock of crows, perched at the top in an arc. Racing home, I grabbed the nearest Post-it note and jotted down how much they looked like the gems of crown, studding the top of the tree, ominous and beautiful. You never know when inspiration will strike.
Note to self: keep your eyes open. Experience sights and sounds.