As we were driving to our destination today I witnessed an unexpected flock of birds take flight. As I anticipated their next move I was fascinated by the fluidity with which they moved together as a group, changing direction together, They seemed indecisive as to where their destination was and I was curious if they were deciding in mid flight or if they had somehow communicated this decision prior to take off and this was just an attempt to get everyone headed in the right direction. Did only one of them know which direction they needed to fly to get where they were going? Did they get started and one of them decided to be the leader, head to the front and command to be followed? Perhaps they are exercising or just spreading their wings. Maybe this is how they play.
I could most likely find answers to their aviary patterns, and why they do what they do, but I don’t have the desire to know. I would rather be in awe, let it remain a mystery to me so that when I see them again, I can be free to ask these questions in my head, create my own scenarios. It makes it more of a wonder, a gift. If I knew, it may take away it’s splendor, my amazement of it all, the glory, the beauty.
Watching birds in flight is one of the many things that brings me peace. The view may not last long but it is simple, free and amazing.
What is something that you enjoy that would be better left unexplained in order for you to continue enjoying it?