Race for the Prize

I wish all of you were with me right here and now. The trees in my backyard are being visited by flocks of birds—hundreds of dark squawking birds, moving in through the dusky sky, landing in my trees, and resting a bit. They’re so quiet until one calls out an “awk-awk-awk” and they rustle themselves up, shaking a buckeye rain loose as they fly away in swooping patterns.

Awestruck wonder! Very similar to one of the most joyous moments of my life: being drowned in confetti as this beautiful song raged on all around me. On three separate occasions.

Instinct, drive, and the “Race for the Prize” by The Flaming Lips:

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