Because I didn't get to California this year, despite detailed plans and high expectations: a mediocre picture of a hawk over Stinson Beach, from last Thanksgiving.
Really just an excuse to quote Rumi on a gray day when I could use a little transcendence:
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
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