Swifts

I know it's high summer when the swifts are screaming overhead in the evening, with a blue cloudless sky and a warm sun beating down upon me. In the garden today, I stood outside staring up into the azure void, the black cut crescents of the bitter chittering birds cutting the sky as they call to each other and warm my heart.

But...it was the swifts that I remember most from the garden during that harsh weekend in France a year ago; possibly the most emotional weekend I've had for years from a purely personal perspective. There were so many then, that the sky seemed alive with their constant screams.


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