Gathering

new year, new energies, new ways to create

I have felt a gentle yet strong drift this week. Still slow. Not molasses. More like the point right before a simmer. A hum. A murmur.

Old industrial building. Pigeons on the roof. The pigeon gathering is sometimes this size, sometimes twice as large, sometimes half, and sometimes there are no pigeons at all.

There is a flock of pigeons who spend time on…