May 17, 2007
I was negotiating a highway interchange in the suburbs yesterday, passing one of the isolated scraps of ground among the bridges and ramps, when I noticed a small hawk drop to the grass onto an unseen prey. All I had time to see was the flash of an underwing as the bird hit the ground. Then speed and the road carried me away.
I was struck by the hawk’s apparent disregard for its surroundings as it pursued its predatory purpose. It was the briefest of moments, but the delight it aroused in me has persisted. Among the zoom of traffic and the bleak concrete, glorious wildness goes unstoppably on.