Starlings now gather in clouds in their thousands preparing to flee the cold weather of Deutschland where wet yellow leaves fly away from the trees if only to block the drains in the streets
the streets where the fog comes and goes and the incessant rain is windswept and cold. Most of the white storks already flown south. The last of the swallows away in September. The swallows as always the first ones to fly to that far destination. Today they dance under an African sky.