Bird

Here is another video found among the Boston era photographs and such. I cannot help but draw parallels from the bird to the way I felt towards the end of my time there. Metaphors aside, I think it is a beautiful video. This bird flew into my closed window and I think probably had a broken back. Not knowing what else to do I left it in the small grassy lawn behind the apartment. In the morning it was gone, but I doubt that it flew away...