It never fails as I walk out side, that start, then the hush, that falls over me, when I realize a hawk is near by....
It brings me mindfully to the present...
...time possibly stops or slows and silence envelopes, as we eye each other, waiting for the first to move.
How long can I stand there in awe, sharing this expansive yet close space, then, in just a blink of an eye, with just one breath taken by me, he or she is off into the sky.
To all that brings us mindfully present, so that we have a chance at knowing the day.
*Last time in Barn Stories: Winter