Quotes, Seasons, Vocations

Rush and Pressure of Modern Life …

The little hawk leaned sideways and, tilted, rode the wind. Its eye at this distance looked like green glass; its feet were the color of butter. Speed obvious-ly, was joy. But then, so was the sudden, slow circle it carved into the slightly silvery air, and the squaring of its shoulders, and the pulling into… Continue reading Rush and Pressure of Modern Life …