I looked up at the sky – and froze in astonishment: an enormous cloud of pigeons was flying right over me, playful and free in the chilly October wind. There was an immense grace in their movement. They existed as one wave, strong and beautiful – not as a multitude of birds, each with a different heartbeat and direction.
Inexplicably, the pigeons seemed to change their color from dark to silver and back to dark as they flew. It was a mystery for a moment – but then, watching their dance longer, I suddenly understood that I was seeing a glimpse of the underside of their wings. A silver lining that only reveals itself in flight.