The sun is at its zenith above me. It is getting hot, but I am still sitting in the shade of my terrace and gazing at the misty valley below. The wind is quite strong, too. A big bird appears in the sky. It is coming my way. The bird is soaring on the thermal current rising along the town’s steep flank. When it comes closer, I see it is an eagle. I raise my hand by way of greetings. It turns its head toward me. Its wings are barely moving, but its tail is twitching all the while. The eagle makes a couple of circles above my terrace and then soars away. I feel graced by the bird’s brief visit.