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.