Today I did curbside pickup for our groceries. As I waited in the parking lot, I looked up to see a crow, flying in slow-motion, silhouetted against this extraordinary sky. I longed for my camera but it wasn't in my hands. I missed capturing the moment, but I can see it in my mind, the way the wind caught one of its large wing feathers in such a way that it wasn't perfectly smooth, but split in the middle, creating a shape that was meaningful somehow.

I grabbed my camera and thought that perhaps another bird would come, but soon I realized that the moment was now between me and the clouds and the sun and the sky. After the groceries were loaded into the car, I sat until I realized the clouds had shifted, and the moment was gone.

They say that crows fly straight, but now and then, perhaps they play in the wind. After I shared this photograph, someone pointed out to me that there is a crow in the picture. Can you find it?