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When I was in my senior year of high school, my entire family drove from our hometown in SW Washington to southern California during Christmas vacation so I could do an admissions interview at the college I wanted to attend.
We spent the first night of the trip somewhere in central Oregon and got up very, very early in the morning to hit the road again. Somewhere in those central plains, shortly after sun-up, with "Here Comes the Sun" playing on the radio, I looked out my window and was stunned to see a hawk keeping pace with the car just outside and above my window. It was close enough that I could look up and see one golden eye.
It was utterly magical. For several long seconds I just watched the hawk, entranced, then it shifted its wings and soared up and away.
It was a moment of grace.