An impromptu chilly morning walk after dropping the boys off at school.
Cold and caffeine kept the pace brisk. The camera slowed it down.
There was a sense of injury, disorder, messiness, damage, disturbance, bruising.
Also a certain healing, repair, in the freeze-thaw cycle and chaotic patterning.
Near to the car again, a rustling commotion:
A bald eagle limping and faltering, hobbling along on the ground and dishevelled.
Watching briefly from a distance, it was time to go, to let things be,
impossible not to note the symbolism in light of yesterday's violence.
