Diary 310

Friday, January 22nd

Today four red-tailed hawks circled above me during my walk, effortless in their sweeps through the sky.

I’ve a feeling it’s a good omen. After my father died a red-tail flew over me in Mt Auburn Cemetery and perched on a gravestone very close by. The name on the stone?  Grieve.

Since then I’ve aways had a special fondness for hawks.