I stare through the double pane glass as morning light spreads over the neighborhood. A bird flies across the sky. There is not enough light for me to see any detail on the bird. I can't even see the color of its feathers.
I let my vision soften.
I see two birds flying in sync as if they are training for an Olympic event. It is not a reflection or a shadow, but a matched pair. The window creates a second image of the flying bird, keeping pace with the first.
Another pair flies by. And then a third.
