The eagle lands and rests on the top of the trees. He’s ready to take off into the sky again soon. He surveys the lake. He watches the almost-invisible underwater fish. He swivels his head to glance at the photographer.
The photographer is about to take off into the sky, too.
We’ll both fly upward this afternoon, catching the drafts of the wind. We’ll spread our wings wide.
We’ll soar… Oh, how we’ll soar…