Earlier today when I came riding down the street I couldn’t help but notice a large flock of birds circulating the sky over a square. They were flying from one roof to another just to turn around and fly back to the roof they had just returned from. It was like there were some kind of danger awaiting them, which made it impossible to find somewhere save to land.
They seemed in deed frantic and in a way I felt a bit sorry for them. On the other hand it was quite a beautiful sight, which made me think of “sort sol”.