The Tompkins Square Park hawk flew over Mignon's and my head this morning, gracefully extending his full wingspan until he landed effortlessly on this tree limb far enough above the bustle of the work-a-day inhabitants to laud over his realm.
From thick clumps of early snow to a rich + dark sun-ladened storm sky in the afternoon, the park is always a source of spiritual inspiration for me, a grounded nod from the universe that all is well.
xoxok
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