Today as I walked to work I was rounding a curve in the road, the railroad tracks fenced in with tall weeds, tall grass and grey sky, my favorite. A flock of blackbirds took flight in front of the scene and surprised me. Something must have spooked them. It was a moment; it was cool, rain from last night in puddles on the ground. Their black bodies flying against the steel grey of the sky, they flew together as though reading each others thoughts. Their reflections cast in the giant puddles, movement above, movement below. Birds can be mysterious. When they first burst out of the tall grass it was noisy but as they rose into the air there was a moment of almost total silence and stillness as though I was looking at a painting. Then time and space corrected itself, I took a deep breath and I walked to work, it was very nice.