It’s a warm evening after a gorgeous day. The Saskatchewan sky is working its way through a palette of orange hues as the day disappears.
I want this moment to last forever but it’s sliding away. I spent the evening hours in the company of hawks circling, landing and making me smile. In the fading light, I drive slowly hoping for one last image.
I see the hawk on its perch. While it’s too dark to see its eyes, I recognize the focused stare that seems oblivious to the light show all around. The hunger is real and so is the hunt. If it’s successful, something dies.
The scene is surreal, soft and beautiful. The stare is cold and unnerving.
The sun sets.