What is going on in this beautiful morning? Apart from tooth ache?

The sky is blue with some white clouds. The crows are cawing. I started reading Solaris, the latest issue. It is good: I am reading on a woodsman and cutting down a pine tree with crows on it. This is how the story starts. On another planet (which may be earth, I don't know yet). It is the story that won the Prize of the magazine in 2020. "L'épinette à corneilles'' by Josée Bérubé. So far, so good.