Hawks soaring

I walk my early evening rounds around the camp ground loop and suddenly look up through the tall, skinny, fall trees.

In the bright blue opening hawks circle and crows flee. I want to lay on the ground and watch their graceful circling but I hold out my arms instead. (I've learned there are scorpions here as well as snakes).

Two more hawks swirl into the opening; then 3 more and now I see many, many hawks, flying as high as eagles, soaring above and beyond, closer to the lake, small, graceful specks gliding and the invisible currents.

And I feel like I am soaring too!