Once more, I found myself in the right place at the right time today. Class let out early this afternoon, but before I left, I decided I would stop in the Pool Room for a drink and to chat with anyone I might know. After buying my drink, I left–turns out, I didn’t know anyone. Go figure.
As I approached the exit, I could see the dark rain clouds hovering outside. I hesitated for a moment, thinking perhaps I might stay at school for a little while longer. Maybe to avoid the likelihood of a heavy drenching soon to be had outdoors. Of course, I knew I didn’t have that kind of time.
I strolled down the sidewalk toward the parking garage, and when I looked up, I saw it–an American bald eagle. Wings outstretched, cutting through the air like a ballet dancer on stage, he flew above the school. A fish flopped helplessly in his talons, and I saw the bird peck at it with his sharp, yellow beak. I stopped moving and stared until I could no longer see him. The eagle was so beautiful; he was so at ease; so fluid; so free. I found myself longing to be like him–big, special, independent, beautiful, gliding through life with the things I know will make me happy. Like God’s grace and a pen and paper.