in Thoreau’s Journal:

As I sit there, I see the shadow of a hawk flying above and behind me. I think I see more hawks nowadays…I need only sit still a few minutes on any spot which overlooks the river meadows before I see some black circling mote beating along the meadow’s edge, now lost for a moment as it turns edgewise in a peculiar light, now reappearing farther or nearer.

September 24, 2016