It’s sanity clauses being issued under gray prism clouds and rain showers designed by the pitch of a violin played in the background of a crowded street in Oakland.

As a young brown boy weaving and running to get to school when he is met by a crow on the end of the street, as it speaks his name and catches his attention. In detail of the eyes of the crow, it had no words slip from it’s beak, confused and curious the boy was, the crow swoops for his lunch bag and rides the blowing winds to a nest filled with young birds waiting to scarf down breakfast.

Snow gradually falls under bad weather. Unannounced winter came early this year. Birds quickly migrate south, young boy running to the school house, wiping his face of tears he shed when the lunch that was made by his grandmother who was admitted to the hospital was taken by the crow who soon lost her babies to the cold winter snow.

-Shakkan Kan-