Gazing out of the window because she had just recognized two hawks flying in the sky, lapping in the firmament. I can see the American flag from the window, the hawk has just rested next to it, stretching it’s wings. Can the hawk identify itself with the "thirteen equal horizontal stripes of red (top and bottom) alternating with white, with a blue rectangle in the canton (referred to specifically as the "union") bearing fifty small, white, five-pointed stars arranged in nine offset horizontal rows of six stars (top and bottom) alternating with rows of five stars"?
Envious, for it reminds me of a different perspective. The world seen from above. Blue sky and strong light hit the building structures, in peace. The trees, planted on Washington square park are rooted, changing through the period of time. In this moment they are still and naked, subliminally adapting to a time to come.