2021/8/6 #poetry It only took a few seconds after I arrived and the crows took flight, heading off into the fog. It wasn't very heavy fog down near the ground and I was able to watch them sail toward the bay for 10 or so blocks before they disappeared. I was expecting them to circle around and return to where I was since I've seen flocks do that many times before but this time that did not happen. The fog was still bright the whole sky glowing grey even though the sun must have been setting somewhere. The temperature was fine and the trees and shrubs smelled wonderful on the gentle wind. I turned around to head up the short grass covered slope. My body was feeling rather good but my mood kept running aground, scraping rocks. I wasn't in a bad mood per se, but I felt a lot of drag. It had been a rather unproductive day and I'd hoped to have spent it better. I was outside and that was good but it wasn't giving me consolation as well as it should. I was progressing, I told myself, I was doing well. I had not the focus where I wanted it I suppose. I could sustain a positive feeling for only a minute with intent and without I just had to sigh, give in to the weight of the undone.