It was a quiet morning in the Khutzeymateen. Not a breath of wind as he dropped from his perch and as he pulled up he gently skimmed the water’s surface leaving a trail of crystal droplets suspended in mid-air—a fleeting moment that relays movement and intent. It was a rare pleasure to witness his majestic flight as he skirted by before being swallowed by the forest's foggy veil.
