I watched Osprey navigate this dance between gentle soaring and focused hovering. Then the hovering changed.

I felt it in my body before I saw it with my eyes. The moment had come. Osprey's wings folded as they rocketed down into the clear water, breaking through the space between. Almost in the same moment as Osprey dove, they emerged with a juicy fish clutched in sharp talons.

Thunderstorms were rare where I grew up and I always viewed them with equal parts fear and awe. Now I feel enlivened by them, particularly in this moment, in this emotional landscape I have been exploring. The thunder matches the bellowing frustrations and grief in my heart. The lightning mirrors the speed with which change can be forced upon you. And yet - they pass. They come and go - washed away by the downpour, blown away by the wind.