i heard the liquid trill before i saw the sandhill cranes. i was searching the sky and then they came. i was wondering what that sound and vision mean, how penetratingly clear, i'm called to the sky when they appear. 
i think of the winged migration, how graceful, comprised of individuals moving with purpose but uplifting, as their purpose becomes part of ours, looking up, how shared purpose is like a dance, we on the ground, the cranes in the sky. the way the winged migration is composed of individual birds in common motion is like the way a social movement is composed of individuals with the common desire for freedom, coming together, bringing incremental changes into harmony, into whole, into movement, into change. and the crumbling institutions when you look from the sky are no longer barriers, and they are just small markers on the way.