Birds

Dec 07, 2007 19:06

Up on the sky, thousands of birds flying, swimming the airwaves like jellyfish in the sea. Coming together in huge black ball, moving away from each other, the black dissolves to a bigger, grey shape.
They form smaller groups, make loops, fly towards each other again like gangs in a fight. A bird tornado, a bird tunnel, a wave of birds, a big bird of birds. Just before the sunset, they dance a ballet to the day, a nature's symphony played by a feathered orchestra. Above the station, saying their farewells to leaving trains, welcoming arriving ones.
I stand and watch, mesmerised, admiring this show of aviation skills. At this moment time has stopped, just me and the birds in a standstill. I am the audience witnessing this miracle, a joyful play, and the birds are the heroes and heroines of the sky, resisting the wind, moving along with the chilly currents.
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