To see so far the hawks will envy me.
To have eyes to reach beyond the trees, through the woods, see the farms and orchards.
Would my camera follow my eyes?
Could I capture images?
Pixels are tiny, the sky so huge.
It would be as if I flew to see so far and so clear.
Would I see through the here and now to beyond?
I would be a creature of eyes only, hearing and feeling all else soft, subtle, hushed and dim.
Muted and far off.
My eyes reflecting like a bobcat at night, as if I had headlamps in my face.
For a little while.
How fine it would be … for a little while.