My snow boots in a throne room… again
It was like an open heaven here today. The HusBen of my forever and ever came through the door with a box of fresh fausnaughts for Fausnaught Day and as the lid was lifted and all that fried glory filled our kitchen… I saw something far off in the field. It took me a few minutes and many bites of fresh fausnaughts for it to make sense. I ran for my camera… and sure enough… a bald eagle. She (I assume) only visits once a year, every year… and I pulled my coat and snow boots and made a mad dash across the field. Nothing like running uphill in the snow to remind you that it is completely permissible to eat that extra fausnaught when you get back.
It was pretty wonderful standing out in the middle of a snow covered field just watching her through my lens. I took a moment and just “Walter Mitied it”.. lungs burning, sky seemingly so much clearer after all the grey days , the sparkling white field practically blinding me as it reflected the sun off a gazillion little crystalized edges and then she lifted off the branch lightly but with so much strength.
That was that.