I was cycling down the road in the bike lane, and I was moving pretty fast. I didn’t realize I was about to be a disturbance. But as I neared a fir tree on the side of the road, a flock of little sparrows suddenly retreated into the tree. It’s almost as if they were about to take off collectively, then at my presence, they swarmed right back into their safe hiding space in one, big, collective pivot.
“Sorry!” I said aloud, as I zoomed on by, smiling. I also thought it was pretty cute.
They moved in concert with one another completely, and they knew exactly where to go. It made me wonder, do we know the people and places with whom we can retreat and rest?
Smuggling Grace 