The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year

by Margaret Renkl

The visible world is astonishingly, heartbreakingly lovely.

Now I understand that every day I’m given is as real as life will ever get. Now I understand that we are guaranteed nothing, that our days have always been running out.

This is the world as it is. This is what we’ve made of it, and there is no going back.

This is the best the living world will ever be, and that’s only if we can stop the worst from coming.