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Have you ever witnessed a murmuration…that beautiful and wondrous sight…when birds all together change directions in the middle of their flight?

Seemingly they work as one…as the flock swoops left, right, lower and higher…murmuration is another reminder of nature’s beauty and her ability to inspire.

I noticed them walking ahead of us on the beach…an older couple holding hands…and I marveled at the graceful synchronicity with which they walked upon the sand.

There, with the waves of the ocean splashing on the shore, in the midst of the setting sun…were two people walking together…but they seemed to walk as one.

I stood there for a moment…mesmerized…my eyes wide open…unblinking…for it seemed that as they walked…each one knew what the other one was thinking.

Perhaps they’ve waked together for so long…perhaps they knew every inch along this sand…or perhaps they gave each other silent signals as they held each other’s hand.

Whatever the reason, to me, the beauty of the beach that day was thoroughly enhanced…for this couple did not just walk together on the sand…they danced.

Suddenly a flock of birds circled overhead…just out of our reach…and I felt blessed to watch a murmuration in the sky…and another on the beach.

And I wondered…were these birds heading in this direction or was it purely by chance…and seeing this older couple decided to join them in their dance.

After watching the sunset…the beach was deserted…we found ourselves alone…so I immediately took Deborah’s hand in mine…to dance a murmuration of our own.

It is something I’ll never forget…how we bathed in the beauty and the wonder nature can create…and how, following in an old couple’s footprints, 
we learned it only takes two…to murmurate.
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