A flock of vultures has moved into our neighborhood. There are probably forty or fifty of them. They mostly sit in a group of old, mostly dead trees. Sometimes they take off and soar around looking for roadkill, but mostly they just sit there and vulch. They must also hang around the dumpster by the neighboring apartment complex for someone put up large balloons with big eyes painted on them. I assume they are suppose to scare away the vultures.

As I was driving home, I passed by that dumpster. There hung the yellow balloons with their big eyes and there sat a vulture oblivious to the scary balloons. Would have been a good photo. Oh well...

C.S. Lewis once said something about suffering along these lines: a part of suffering is its shadow; you not only suffer but you are constantly aware of the fact that you are suffering. I have not had to suffer much in my life. From my minor experience and observation of others, I see truth in that observation though. Happiness brings with it a disregard for time, maybe even a lack of self-reflection. In times of pain and grief, time seems to stop. The future seems to stretch on forever and yet be barren. You are painfully aware that you exist and that you are suffering.