When I left the conference and went for a walk, that is what I did.
I walked in the off-and-on drizzle through the off-and-on fog.
I left the hospital and found myself in a dingy neighborhood near a cemetery where soda cans and milk bottles come to rest.
I stared at sparrows perched in a small barren ash tree above a haphazard heap of wood and metal on the side of the road.
They were just silhouettes in the fog, but we’ll call them sparrows because sparrows are lovely, and I hope that’s what they were.
You wouldn’t know anyway, since you weren’t there with me.
I thought to myself, surrounded by maybe sparrows and maybe environmental despair.
I thought, I am legitimately happy in this moment.