As I was walking down the path in St. James Park I was beckoned by the sound of wings. This young man had beautiful music playing from his messenger bag and a bag of food in another. He would swoop to their level and feed them. The birds would fly down and fly up.... this sacred rhythm of flight. The sound of wings, of flying was absolutely pure and beautiful. I stood there for quite sometime so I could remember the sound and the beauty of that moment.
