I'm Going to Florida Next Week

These past several days, it's been 50 degrees and sunny, but the whole world's felt cold. Tonight I was perched on the edge of the couch, ready for flight, alone in the room as twilight made its inevitable descent, as it was slipping its long fingers through the cracks in the windows, stealing whatever light we'd hidden away between couch cushions. And on the darkening lake, a thousand birds were screaming, cawing and singing and squawking, their cries building to a mad crescendo, filling my ears and emptying everything else.