Stranded II

Each bird maintains their own path in a cross-and-swerve line, yet always parallel to their neighbor, creating one, unified, ever-changing shape, rising and falling in arcs and swirls. Seen from Earth the murmuration is a whole object, bigger than the sum of its parts in its beauty, but from within there exists only the scintillating shimmer of bodies conjoined in group symmetry moving through the late afternoon sky. Dusk finds each starling descending once more to alight upon a waiting perch, body warmed and ready to roost for the night.