There's something about arriving at a reservoir just after sunrise that has a way of quieting everything inside you. The light is still soft. The water holds the last traces of morning mist. The world hasn't fully woken up yet. You're just there. Present. Watching. That's when I spotted him. A bald eagle, perched high on a weathered telephone pole at the water's edge. Still as sculpture. Unhurried. Gazing out over the reservoir with a quiet, measured certainty, as if he alrea
