I stepped outside this afternoon for a walk in the sunshine. I noticed it was breezy and chilly as a result, looked around, and saw a hawk perched on the utility wire above the street. I see hawks on occasion, flying through the forest canopy, but had never seen one here, right in front of the house. I walked a bit closer, and the bird hopped around to face the other way. Then a few more steps and I was uncomfortably close - for the hawk - which spread its wings and flew across the street, disappearing quickly in the tree tops.
The wind was swirling overhead as I walked down the street toward the park. Looking up, I saw a vortex of leaves swirling overhead, blowing this way and that, and eventually twirling, gliding, twisting or tumbling to the ground. Each leaf has its own style of dance.
I walked on down to the park, crossed the creek on the log by the playground, and sat on my usual sitting rock for a while, enjoying the sound of the flowing water and the amber sunlight glittering off the surface.
After a bit I walked farther downstream and found another rock to sit on - this one a single boulder out toward the center between the two banks, but accessible by a bar of cobbles.
My energy was scattered and swirling like the wind. I took a long way home, heading down some unbeaten paths, doing whatever came to mind - balancing on a staircase rail, walking backwards up a hill, enjoying the freedom of being alive.
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