Thiomaint mé níos lag chun breathnú ar lus na greine mór. Bhí blath ag fás ar an taobh ó na gcnoc ag imeall na sráide ag trasna go direach ó mo teach. Meas agam ar an mhéid agus an dath air ar feadh nóiméadh.
Go tobann, chonaic mé ag eitilt seabhac suas. Ar aghaidh mé, thug sé mus seisean ard os cionn. Tá ean i dtír an crann eucalyptus ag trasnú.
Stop mé an gluasteán. Bhreathnaigh mé an ean níos lú ag peice ar an seabhac aríst agus aríst eile. Ní raibh mé ábalta a thuiscint an fath.
Cheap mé go raibh an t-éan beag a raibh neamhad. Ar an lamh eile, bhí leanbh é suas thuas ann. Bhí ocras ortsa.
Fhilleadh mé ar ais an lá de ghnáth sin. Rinne machnamh mé faoi saor agus marbh ag timpeall mé. Shos mé chun breathnú ar nádúr, agus fuair mé é.
A sunflower and a pair of hawks.
I'd just left my house the other day. I went off from there to my workplace. It was an ordinary morning.
I drove slower to see a giant sunflower. The bloom was growing on the side of the hill across the street straight down from my house. I admired its size and its color for a moment.
Suddenly, I saw a hawk flying up. Before me, it took a mouse high above. The bird landed in a eucalyptus tree at the intersection.
I stopped the car. I watched a smaller bird peck at the hawk again and again. I wasn't able to understand the reason.
I thought that the little bird was a rival. On the contrary, it was a child up there. It was hungry.
I returned back to that typical day. I reflected on life and death around me. I'd paused to look at nature, and I found it.
(Mo ghriangraf leis an lus agus an crann ansuid ar an tstráide in aice leis mo teach/My photo with the bloom and the tree beyond near my house, 18ú Iuil/July.)
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