On my way here, a bird fell from the sky. Or not the sky exactly, but, you know, above. Not from a tree, not from a wire, not from a roof. The bird fell swiftly, like a stone. To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure what I’d seen until I stopped to get a closer look. The creature lay motionless and indelicate on the side of the road, rumpled like a coat fallen from a hook. Poor fellow. I covered it with your college sweatshirt, the one I’d planned to return. Sorry. You did say I could keep it.