Falling through yesterday's anomaly

Yesterday was unusual. I parked on the roof of the parking garage, because I like to see the sky at least once every day, and yesterday I figured it could be walking to and from my car. I was forced to postpone my seeing of the sun until after work, however, because a dense white fog enveloped the top of the building. Few people park in my garage, and no one else uses the roof, so I was not distracted from the vacantness of the space I presently occupied. I could see no movement in any direction as I slowly made my way to the staircase. I turned one last time to look around before I went down the stairs, and heard my name. It exploded over my ears and blew past my head in its rush to fall down into the stairwell behind me. I was knocked down a few steps and had to grab the handrail for support.

Needless to say, I was on the alert as I arrived at the top of the parking garage stairs in the evening. The fog had cleared, and the setting sun reflected orange off the deserted cement railings. I had proceeded almost halfway across the lot to my car and was about to shrug off my morning shake-up as a twist of mind, brought about by lack of coffee, when I noticed something. A crow was perched on the railing of the garage near my car. I couldn't see its eyes because they blended into its empty black feathers, but I had the distinct impression it was staring at me. I still don't understand why I did this, but I ran toward it, waving my arms, trying to shoo it away. I yelled as I neared it, and just as I was about to touch it, it fell. It didn't fly away. It fell. Head over heels off the railing to where I couldn't see it. I ran to look and see where it had went, but it was gone.

I got into my car and sped home. Some of the streets I take have speed limits of 60 miles an hour or so, but my odometer never dipped below 70 the entire ride. I bring this up only because as I got out of my car to head into my apartment, I went to close my door and touched something slimy. I looked again and realized I had touched the still-wet path of a snail, making its way up the side of my car. I wondered why it had not fallen.

Anyway. You can I'm sure see for your self. Yesterday was unusual.