This is from our camping trip about a month ago. It was a very quiet and peaceful occasion. We arrived at the site around midnight. After setting up camp we sat around a campfire on the beach. Nearby was this giant mess of rope.
The next day we didn’t talk much. Mostly just slept on the sand. The beach was deserted save for the hawks. There had been an announcement over the loud speakers to beware of the hawks. They have sharp claws and beaks. They will try to snatch your snacks. I was watching a hawk perched on the rocks, eating an apple. I imagined myself standing, arms outstretched, holding my apple for this hawk. In my mind she would swoop down and take it from my hand. But I told myself that she probably wouldn’t really catch on to what I was trying to do. I finished my apple, laid down, and closed my eyes. Listened to the waves. After awhile, I was abruptly disturbed by the sensation of said hawk swooping over my body. There might have been a centimeter between us. My apple core was in her claws. I immediately regretted not giving into my fantasy, but couldn’t help but be excited by they fact that in a way, it was realized.