Murmuration

I learned a new word the other day from a dear friend:  murmuration.  I love the way it swirls out of my mouth with its alliterative qualities.  I had no idea what it meant, and so looked it up on Google.  Simply put, it is the migration movement of starlings.  Odd that something that sounds so mundane can be so magnificent to observe.  Orchestrated perfectly swooping swirls of birds dancing in the wind to a song unheard.  I've gone years without ever taking particular notice of these magical moments in nature.  Now I seek them out, if only to remind me that this world we live in has too many moments of bliss missed simply because we forget to look for them.  Thank you, Carolyn C., for reminding me to keep my eyes wide open.