It's starting to get dark around 4 o'clock here now. There's a flock of starlings in the neighborhood that lives according to currents unseen by me: breaking into a cacophany of starling-song all at once by our kitchen window, or flying suddenly to the roof across the street, then taking off and returning to the big tree by our house just as abruptly.
I was noticing today, as they perched in this tree, how much they resembled the current design trend of organic shapes and bird silhouettes ... silkscreen-ready, practically.
Or maybe an illustration from a fairy tale, signaling something ominous. What are those birds up to?