Peregrine Perch

The narrow blacktop rose and tilted around sweeping bends revealing vistas that shimmered in the afternoon heat.  I pulled over to the side of the road, rolled down the window and breathed in the scent of Spruces surrounding a granite cliff.  I watched a slate gray shape drifting lightly on the breeze.  This was his home, Acadia and you could tell he knew every inch of it.  I was just passing through but I’ve held this moment inside for years and still feel like I belong here.  The free spirit of my friend the Falcon carries me along as he soars over the forest and rocky coastline, out to sea.