In a quiet moment between snowfalls and wind gusts, a red-tailed hawk sat on the sycamore tree and looked in through my kitchen window. In my quiet moment, as the sink filled for dishes, I stood very still and looked out the window. I felt blessed to see such beauty looking back at me. I felt that the hawk and I shared the beauty and hush of deep winter for a few moments before he lifted, through the cedar branches, into the blue, blue skies.