The Hawk

The traffic is ridiculous. It feels like cars and trucks are angry – flashing headlights, loud horns, slamming brake sounds. Red and raw brake lights. Starting and stopping. Yelling and screaming as only lights and horns can. I watch the traffic slide in and out of itself, Like a snake, but in a choppy, non-graceful way. No one is giving up their space. I slow down and let an impatient truck jump in front of me. Two cars slide in also. Amazing as it looked like barely a space for one. My brakes slam without any conscious thought from me. I am watching the dance, glad that my feet are smarter than I am. I start feeling irritated. There is tension in my neck now. I am getting a headache at the top of my neck, in the back. Something upward catches my eye. A hawk, gracefully floating, soaring, enjoying her life, gliding. God’s creation. Reminding me that I am not alone. God is watching the traffic also. This changes my entire mood.