This evening I was out on the back patio. I noticed a large bird soaring in the air some distance away. I’m no great bird identifier, but think it was probably a hawk of some kind. I watched him as he flew.
He didn’t beat his wings once that I could see in the several minutes that I was watching. He soared, turned, cruised, and generally seemed to be enjoying being alive. At times he almost disappeared, but then turned in some way where I could see him better. I’m sure that some will say that he was looking for food or doing something for his survival; I prefer to think he was just out enjoying the day, grateful to be alive.
So, when do you take time out of your day to soar?
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