Tuesday evening I was around town, running some errands. After making a purchase and upon walking outside to the car, I witnessed what looked to be thousands of black birds flying acrobatically with one another above some trees. I was captivated by the performance - birds swarming and dancing to a silent melody. They flew tightly knit and then spread out briefly to create a beautiful shimmer of pepper against the twilight. They would shrink back to their knitted formation and spread out in a different direction once again.
I felt like I was alone in time, just standing at the car with my key in hand, just watching them fly. It was lovely. I appreciated their chaotic rhythm, and enjoyed the ballet.