I was on a road flanked by harvested corn fields.
The approach of my car caused a flock of starlings to take flight.
I could have parted them with my car but I slowed to match their pace.
For a few moments I was the last member of the flock.
We moved at the same speed, in the same direction.
For a few moments I matched their pace but not their freedom of dimensions.
I enjoyed being the last starling until they settled back into the field
leaving me once again limited and linear.