Today I saw a feather get picked up off of U street by the wind. It flew straight up, swooped sideways, and made an almost complete circle around the head of a man walking through the crosswalk, talking on his cell phone, before landing again, this time on Vermont Avenue. How funny, to see the feather flying without the bird. And how strange for the feather to have stopped again on the wet ground.
These things happen and they don't mean anything. Or they mean road, wind, and angle of dead feather. No one is telling us to watch, but really, what else is there to do?