Blue is an exciting color.

Today while walking to the bus I saw something bright blue on the grass. Naturally, I looked down, expecting some wrapper or old piece of candy. Instead, I was horrified to see a small bird, coming out of a broken egg. A baby bird with eyes and a beak. A dead baby bird. 

And I guess it hit some nerve in my emotional subconscious. Because I just sat there, and stared at the poor creature. I wondered if it knew it was falling. I wonder if his mother came back and wondered where her baby had gone.

{I don't know how, but find some way to make this about Nathan Gallagher}