murmurations of starlings

these leaves look tethered together. they remind me of the murmurations of starlings that used to grace the late autumn skies over our beloved southern french village of autignac. huge carpets of starlings, all making their way south to africa for the winter, used to fly overhead daily, twisting and turning themselves into funnels, spirals, and columns before spontaneously dispersing into scattered grains of rice, and then starting the whole organic process all over again. i loved the sight of them with all my heart. but if they were flying low, it could sometimes trigger a sensation of vertigo, as if the whole space time continuum were warping in real time, and taking me with it.

winter brown leaves