An anticyclone of seabirds blew across the field, one line of trees from our car park. The birds flying upwind appeared stationary while those going with the wind whipped by like darts. As the formation drifted it slowly diminished as a steady stream of its members chose to flap back upwind from where they came.
What features are visible in the clouds follow the flock, except the darkness on the horizon that just sits and broods.
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