I was out walking the other morning.
At one point, I intended to turn right.
Instead, at the last minute, I turned left and just after I did, a red-tailed hawk went flying in front of me—so close that I could almost feel the heat of him.
For the rest of the walk, I kept thinking: turn right, no hawk; turn left, hawk.
Although who knows? There might have been a hawk either way I turned.
Or no hawk in either direction.
Beauty is random like that. And wonder is too.
In any case, I turned left; he flew in front of me.
And something powerful happened.
I felt lifted up for a minute, not walking at all—instead, flying.

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