It Certainly Is

I was just outside walking Nyla on our usual path, when up above I saw a huge bird circling above me.  I stopped.  Looked.  And could have sworn it was a bald eagle.

Then suddenly, this woman–a total stranger–pulled up next to me in her truck, got out, and both of us stood there looking up at it.

Do you think it’s a bald eagle?  she said.

I do.

Now even Nyla was looking up at it.

In just moments it flew away, when the woman gently touched my arm and said Isn’t it beautiful to be alive?

It certainly is.  I said.

It certainly is.