The sun set this evening is accompanied by a wild avian dance.
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All around and above me there is movement. Swifts, Bee Eaters, Swallows, Martens and Starlings spiraling, swooping, ascending, descending, and twisting.
There is a three dimensional mesh of bird song and flight being woven about me.
This exuberance is beyond a limiting biology and a need for food.
This is a true solar skydance by the masters of that art — it is a paean of movement and gratitude for day that has been.
Standing and looking in, my heart joins them and soars on the evening zephyrs.
Photo: The sun setting over the Atlantic from my roof terrace. Courtesy of the author.