a crow blessed me on a sidewalk

today a crow brushed its wing against the back of my head. i’ve got no idea what the poor fellow was trying to do... they seemed entirely directionless, though their wing was soft and gentle and felt wonderful against my hair. for those reasons, i’m fairly sure it wasn’t an attack. you’ll know if you’re attacked: being beat by wings alone is no joke. to remedy the actions i don’t understand, my two very sentimental, very sweet friends came up with a delightful theory: the crow was blessing me, but it being its first time, they turned around quickly as it did and appeared directionless to me because it was nervous. none of us really believe that, but it made our day a bit kinder. i love those funny little stories of theirs, little things which add common magic to the world without giving any of us a special sort of treatment... we realize our place as egos, as part of a wider nature, as individuals with no rank. it’s really something, being around such friends