I was rushing to work the other day, somehow already feeling behind though the sun had just risen. As I quickened my pace, hitching my heavy bag up on my shoulder and adjusting my headphones so I could hear the CFO’s conference call comments, a flash caught my eye.

It was a HAWK! A big huge hawk, right in the middle of the city, and not way up in a tree or circling overhead, but right in front of me on the lawn. I stopped dead in my tracks, and reflexively blurted out, oh, hello! We spent a few minutes together before she took to the sky and I took to the path.

Friends, the week might bring snow squalls or oatmeal for dinner or a George Bailey style run on the bank.

But it might also bring a hawk at sunrise.

…the world is full of signs and wonders that come, and go, and if you are lucky you might see them. Once, twice. Perhaps never again.

     – Helen MacDonald, H IS FOR HAWK