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The sky is February grey and there's a slight morning chill to match. A swarm of birds run overhead, destined for greater heights, then dart, in a dramatic turn, one way, then another, then out of sight.
This particular patch of sky sits above the park, more cement than grass, filled this crisp morning with bodies in motion, not all in unison. Like the birds now gone there are clusters of bodies moving together. Separate groups with their unified movement.