The dreamers walk among us . . . and so do the dreamed.
Maggie Stiefvater — ” Call Down the Hawks”
We circle the trees by the river where the swallows are darting above the branches. Spotting us they rise like a cloud and swirl on the current like some fantastical beast of air and feathers. Forming a dense echelon they darken the earth below them. At night they seek refuge in the crowns of ancient trees instinctively aware that they are near their destination. At dawn they take to the heavens again, the mission bells are calling them home.
art by Mary Giacomini
Inspired by a collaboration “The Swallows of Capistrano”