Gazing at birds in flight is always a good reminder to let your spirit soar. Watching ravens dip and wheel off the edge of a cliff face is time well spent in reviving the soul. The sunlight gleams off their superb feathers and they shine like obsidian shards in the blue sky.
High above, so very high above, on the edges of seeing are two eagles. Their large wingspan at one with the air, they turn overlapping circles and ovals. And suddenly, they have passed from sight. The business of eagles, at such lofty hights, one can only imagine. It raises questions, questions that explore the vast expanse of blue within ourselves, why do we soar so very high?