After my shower I was standing in the bathroom combing my hair and through the skylight I heard a motorcycle zooming up the side street, blaring music––but instead of something dark and thumping and horrific, it was, of all things, Fleet Foxes. Mykonos. A song I know, and love, and hum sometimes.
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What kind of bird is it that perches atop a telephone pole, pauses, then nosedives into the sky below (for technically, the sky does not end when you get to the houses), disappearing from sight, thoughtless as I would be when walking from one room to another?
