When I commute, my commute is a cast-iron pain in the butt. 30 minutes in the car, an hour on the train, half an hour on the subway. That’s one way. I did it today on the hypothesis that my lethargy in the afternoons has as much to do with being cooped up alone, indoors all day as with anything else. I appear to have been about half right: I’m still functional in this post lunch period, though I feel a strong pull to just put my face on the keys and give in.
However, the red tailed hawks who nest in the building where I sit are out hunting and playing again. These beasts are awesome. They just ooze power and domination of the skies. The gulls and geese clear out when the hawks go up, and you can basically feel the negative pressure from the rodents cowering in their burrows and holes. One of them just swooped right by my window.
I like the hawks.
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