Migration

I walk outside a lot.

One evening I noticed hundreds of thousands of birds swirling overhead.

They seemed to be playing in the wind, together and alone. Night after night they filled the sky and held my attention.

Eventually a passerby stopped and looked up with me.

“They’re migrating,” she said.

Of course!

That word stayed with me: migration.

I had been watching the same sky for days without understanding what I was seeing. Not play. Not chaos. Movement with purpose.

They were leaving what had been necessary for what would be needed next.

In order to survive, they must seek change.

Abandon the known and move toward the unknown.

As the birds disappeared into the evening, I kept wondering:

Why don’t humans continue to migrate?

Maybe we should.