February Afternoon Grey Ghost my heart full from this

my heart full from this fleeting yet profound experience—proof that even at the city's edge

Ripples dance in mirrored light—

its sharp eyes locked onto the tiny creature below

Amidst field grasses

Martin Edwards Reserve

February Afternoon Grey Ghost my heart full from thisThe late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting elongated shadows across the snow covered fields. A soft golden light bathed the landscape, giving the whole scene a tranquil, ethereal quality. It was one of those rare winter days where the sky was clear and the air was crisp, each breath visible as a wisp of white mist. In this serene setting, the snowy owl began its majestic flight.