Listen – beyond the rubbing of budding branches, the friction of growing, the work in the play …

Flocks in the morning, close to the lake. The creek attracts attention and vibrations of song and warning are churned into invisible vortexes for the wind to carry. Those with ‘thems ears’ will hear…

Hello out there to all who have harnessed the magic and wonder of multidimensional flight. May your wings never touch the ground!