At around 530 in the morning as though a silent alarm goes off, and scores of eagles take to the sky… Solitary. Silent. Synchronized. Dancing without partners… Swooping, gliding, catching invisible music in the air… And then they part ways… Each going on an individual journey, slowly, leisurely, confidently… They disappear from my sight but I hope they’ll be back to roost in the evening… I’ll be waiting…!
