And this is where they stayed, occasionally tilting their heads and necks to measure the other’s steadiness. Eventually they’d fly, but it didn’t seem that they were in any hurry. They were so similar that only their slightest differences set them apart. You got the sense they knew each other well.
Birds have a living stillness that is so particular. Individually, they embody the freedom of one. In twos, they aline in synchronicity. And in a flock, they fly naturally along with the other birds.
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” Tweet, tweet.
*As If It Were a Dream / 1 here