A Sign

Coming up the path in the evening, we see the birds rise from the field and wheel through the sky as though they were one organism – as though the whole flock was the wing-edge of a single, greater, bird. It must be a sign, W. says. He's on the lookout for signs. But what is it telling us? Turn back!: perhaps that. Go on!: perhaps that, too. Are we at the end, or is this a beginning?