The osprey took flight
…just as we passed their nest on the mark. Both of them – off in separate directions, near us enough that we could feel the wind from their wings. I closed my eyes, and took a deep whiff. Salty water and air smushed together to make a perfect memory – and my mind rocketed back to the feeling of freedom – as a teenager – when I was heading off to the beach with my friends.
Exhilaration. Freedom. Summer. Beach. All in a flash of a moment. And we motored on past….