I slammed the door behind me. Cell? Keys? Debit card? List? Everything I need. Let's go. All morning was spent catching up on course work with lots of reading and writing. Had I cut it too close? Someone has told me that passing through doorways activates the brain. Barely out the door, I felt a nudging. Camera. Bring it. Pressed for time, I opened the car door. Go get the camera. ( I must admit that my iphone has been my go to camera for convenience slipping into my pocket or purse.) Slipping through the ice, I raced back into the house, switched the to the big zoom lens (for some reason) and was barreling down the driveway onto the grocery store. Cake, frosting, salsa, guacamole, cheese plate, pork pot sticker, cranberry teriyaki sauce. I had so much to do before guests arrived at six. Turning onto busy Route 3 from the rural Crooked Road my eyes behold a sight that I never tire. Our quaint little cove with rocks chiseled, edges sharp and angular. It's mid-tide. A car catches my eye on the edge of the road. A photographer in gear has lens poised for capture. My eyes dart to the water. An eagle swoops close to the water wing tips threaten the calm water when suddenly the bird elevates and begins the dance over and over again. My camera, yes the one I almost didn't bring snaps over and over in maybe a three minute period. Following the show, the lone eagle flies toward hotel property near the threat of human contact. Soon on one branch sits two regal birds just doing what eagles do and it takes my breath away. I am so glad I listened.