At one point, during this walk with a friend at the National Arboretum, four hawks were circling. I wondered what was on the ground. It was a gloriously temperate day.
Down by the river I met a crane enjoying An early dinner.
Down by the river, I was blessed to see two hawks Soaring on the winds.
The river has been calling me.
I went for a walk with a neighbor–all the way remaining 6+feet apart and changing course to give others that we encountered at least that much space. It’s been a while since I’ve talked while I walked. Then I washed… (READ MORE)