April 14, 2008
The squawk was released abruptly by the cardinal. It bounced off the wall of a business and landed on a sunny sidewalk, dazed, and still damp. It was flooded with awareness, the wind tearing at it, and the sun stiffening it. Things were moving around and through it, and the beak which had released it, was already gone. It struggled to move, finding that its movements were that of the air around it and the reflections of nearby surfaces. It was aware it was growing quickly, immense, thinning at an incredible rate. Where was it going? What was it becoming?