Have you ever watched swallows playing in the wind?
Well, here I am watching them do just that. It’s raining, and my umbrella has chosen this morning to take it’s final bow, and of course I’m getting very wet.
But, like fire, there is something decidedly cathartic about standing in the rain. So I don’t really mind. Especially when you are watching a mass of birds making pictures in the sky.
It is moments like this that can cleanse my soul. Just standing in the rain and watching the birds. And it makes me think, could I be a swallow and follow the flight? Or am I that one bird just on it’s own, watching the others in the rain?
Where do you belong? To a Murmuration of Starlings, a Tidings of Magpies, an Unkindness of Ravens or a Parliament of Owls?