59560 manifestation. The city is full of dark birds. They float down from pointed towers and winter trees, their feathers disheveled by the updraft, and walk among us on two feet. The sky congeals into cold droplets, and the crowd, for shelter, quickly evaporates. As a reflection, this piece is grounded not so much in the fleeting moment of a transient effect but rather in a sense of the eternal here and now.