Photo: Glauco Aio This morning I set out on a walk just as night gave way to day. As I scanned the western horizon, twilight turned powdery blue frosted by a thin layer of pink cotton. Behind me the sun rose like a golden ball in the east spreading its glorious rays like warm fingers of love. Suddenly my attention was drawn to a flock of birds flying in formation. I marveled as they arched, dipped and soared in perfect unison, winging their way north, then west, then north again, each bird intuitively knowing the moves. They reminded me of a seasoned Olympic figure skating couple who danced in perfect concert due to thousands of hours of practice spins