The sky was grey and cloudy. The ground was mushy, and melted snow seeped through my shoes.
It was warm enough, but nobody was out. The only sign of life was the fresh graffiti.
I looked up, then. And saw a flock of black birds flying, closer to the ground than usual. They were silent. Not even the flap of their wings could be heard.
I saw them, and oh God, for once in my life, I loved the city. Just for the night.
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