It’s a very late cold winters night at the Nebraska lake, complete starry night clear as thousands of small shimmering birds emerge from the snowy ground.  Taking flight, they sound like rustling leaves in a strong wind, as if their wings were thin light metal. 

Almost instantly, they settle as stars in the sky and a young man in my room touches my shoulder and says “now”.  He dissolves into small, rapidly oscillating moonlit waves on the lake, turning into more small shimmering metallic birds taking flight into the night.