Originally Posted by
Lance Warley
Here's an attempt at trying to describe a non-ordinary experience... comments appreciated:
Inside the wetlands, avian activity was minimal. A heron here, an egret there. But it was beautiful, and very, very quiet, almost devoid of people. Then things changed. That subtle "shift" occurred, and it turned into a magic moment. I was fully alive. The air was glistening. The plants were shining. Everything was clearer, cleaner.
Time passed. The magic did not fade. My senses drank deeply. I almost started to leave, fully sated when, as if from nowhere, an osprey appeared. It slowly circled the water. It flew higher and higher into the distance, became barely a speck, and almost disappeared. Then another speck appeared, and the specks were moving in concert. Could it be a second osprey? Yes!
They flew together, hunting, very high, very distant. The osprey pas de deux. Effortlessly, they changed direction, heading back towards me.
They slowly, slowly circled closer and lower. Eventually one of them flew right by me, and was gone.
The moment was over, but the magic remained.
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