With the rest of the family visiting my older son at his college today, I took a micro-vacation and went to the bank, the dump and then drove out to a nearby pond where I could wade in the water, examine footprints on the unpopulated shore, watch autumn leaves float towards a dam downstream and wonder if that raptor-like bird floating on the high updrafts were a hawk or a turkey buzzard.
The place was quiet and clean and as refreshing as the clouds floating across the blue skies. Most of my family likes swimming pools. I like the surprises and lack of limitation.
Reminded me a bit of the line from the old movie, "Little Big Man:"
"My heart soars like a hawk."