The crow’s caws framed a memory that hadn’t been accessed in a few years. The bird over the lamppost reminded me of a post-party London stride. It was our first night in the city and my good friend and I covered major locales with some blokes. We walked our buzz off on narrow cobbled streets, held on to the black barred fences to take our shoes off, and let the London lamp’s light fade into daylight. As we parted and thanked our hosts for our exquisite time, the image of a crow spray painted on the floor, delivered a warm, you’re welcome!