Their Rhythm

Flamingos have a quiet way of sharing space without ever intruding on one another. Each bird is absorbed in its own task — feeding, preening, or simply standing still — yet together they form a flock held by an unspoken sense of order.

For hours they wander through the shallows, pause, listen to the water, then take a few more measured steps. It feels as though they trust the place, the moment, and their own instinct.

Watching them means, for a little while, slipping into their rhythm. Simply noticing the wind brushing across the water, the birds changing their poses, and the way the same scene is never quite the same twice.

Lefkada, Greece.
September, 2016.
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