“…falling so gracefully, like autumn leaves silhouetted against a river set afire by the sunset…” – Michael Forsberg, On Ancient Wings
Something you have to experience in person, surrounded by sounds of whispering wings and raucous cries. Looking for an end of the procession of flying, gliding, soaring creatures and realizing they continue to come. Seeing their forms against the bright water and realizing the sandbar moves because it is composed of living birds jostling for position. Admiring their graceful landing approaches, legs outstretched and wings cupped, dropping at the last minute on the spot they selected from yards away.
It’s easy to become enthralled by it all, harder to understand why.