Thursday morning. Running late for work. Why is this guy in front of me driving so slowly? These roads are awful, I can't believe they haven't plowed this yet. Use your turn signal, jerk!
Red light. Slam the brakes.
A block up, on the left, a flock of birds bursts like fireworks from the top of a building. Paints a dramatic curve across the sky. Loops back to the building where more birds join in. The avian ensemble twists back and forth, performing gorgeously, passionately, in a long swinging rhythm, never leaving my line of sight. I am transfixed. My heart is quieted, my hands unclenched.
At the very moment the light turns green, the birds settle gently back down on the building. The sky and the road are clear.
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such a poetic sight
as long as they don't 'dive-bomb' the viewer below and make the observer the target of their morning deposits
i hope you didn't key-in this material while setting at the light
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