When the Winds Blew In

This moody piece captures the nightly ritual outside my window—thousands of crows swirling through the sky at dusk. It’s haunting and mesmerizing, like a living shadow moving with purpose and mystery. The wind carries their calls, their wings cut the air, and for a moment, the world feels ancient and wild. Every night, like clockwork, they come—and every night, I watch in awe. It’s a sight to be seen.

$220