Hunting season was here. The slightest rustle is heard to my left. This one noise sends us into flight. I always thought that in this situation, I would look straight ahead and fly for my life. Yet, I cannot fight the urge to turn and see my friends.
Life switches to slow motion.
My wings make a distinct sound that I hear for the first time since last year. I hear a friend exclaim. I have heard of loss but never had I felt it myself. I am safe now. Well, only for this moment.