Then it happened, from out of nowhere. Countless birds moving in waves in the sky. The sky turning dark, then clear, then dark again. Birds as one gigantic hand, as a wing, a wave, as a school of fish, as a sailboat, as the stars and planet of the sky itself. Gaia was sitting quietly on the fallen tree while Julia looked around. Gaia’s eyes were squinting as she listened. Julia felt like dancing at the mysterious rhythm of the birds and fell to the ground, exhausted, when the birds disappeared.