I keep thinking about this: on Sunday, I was out walking and a flock of sparrows...

I keep thinking about this: on Sunday, I was out walking and a flock of sparrows (is there a name for a flock of sparrows?) came flying right at me. There must have been at least a hundred of them and right before it seemed like they were going to mow me down, they parted and I was surrounded. All I heard was the rustle of wings. It was glorious. I felt lifted up. And then they were gone.