A short story - The wind blows through the evening forest as it goes beyond the ever-green field, swaying the daffodils. As I walk with my unclear thoughts, suddenly, the ocean approaches my toes. I had a feeling of looking up. Whispers saying, look up, look up. As I did, I saw the sky filled with clouds I tranquility and serenity. I see the flocks of crows above and beyond, free from the complexities of the modern life. In this world, the crows are the most beautiful, and in the world that I lived in; they are often misunderstood for their appearance. None may care, but I care.