The Field on the Other Side
Is it really about the destination?
Yesterday as I was driving through rural fields filled with corn taller than me, my car disturbed a flock of birds. All at once they ascended into the sky like a sheet whipped by the wind on a clothesline, then descended into the corn on the other side of the road, as if it was a dance they’d rehearsed.
Stage left! Now stage right!
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