Alaska

I hear an eagles shrill cry

I look up and see…

Hanging there in the azure blue sky,

The silhouette of this massive bird gliding effortlessly…

Climbing ever higher on the warm thermal currents.

I close my eyes tightly.

I enter a dream where

I see through his eyes the massive ribbons of chalky water, coursing through the stoney river corridors.

I look up into the heavens

Following the outline of the massive jagged mountains that cut the sky.

Thick grey clouds cling to the peeks, draping over the ridges like a blanket.

Suddenly, like an angel from heaven, the sun bursts through the clouds in brilliant shards of light…

Electrifying the mountain side and deep shades of verdant green making the veins of snow glisten like tinsel on a Christmas tree.

As the eagle comes to rest on a tall tree, I can see through X-ray like eyes.

Huge salmon coursing upstream on a death march to spawn.

Huge black and brown bears sitting in the river, look like children bobbing for apples, filling their bellies with these suicidal fish.

I can feel the strength of the eagle as he spreads his wings and flexes his talons then release…

Falling,

Falling,

Falling,

Radar like precision.

Attack…

Enter the water…

Grab,

Recover.

The fish now thrashing in the grip of his talons.

Rising,

Rising,

high into the trees.

I smile.

Satisfaction…

I open my eyes to all the wonders I see, and dream of those I cannot… and beyond that… all is left to the imagination.