A red-tailed hawk rocked gently above my head, not much higher than a rooftop. Pale phase, just hanging, suspended, going neither forward nor back. We considered each other. The sun pushed from behind a house full into my face and I stood agape, dazzled.

And I don't know what this is about but it's surely amazing. It's like being in love with no specific object for that love. It's a lot like joy.