Enacted by Bryson Wheeler.
Two days went by without ever finding a flock of birds. The weather was overcast and windy. The sky was empty. It seemed as though my luck had run out. As I began to head back from my walk empty-handed, in front of me was a herd of ducks. While not flying, I followed the formation closely behind. The geometrical shapes that they created were alive. They responded to each of my movements, shifting away while maintaining their unity. Though they weren’t the birds that I was looking for, they were a rather unexpected success in my observation.