Underland: A Deep Time Journey

I lie on my back, a gaffed fish, breathing heavily, and there above me, showing through the mist, is a sea eagle, low and circling, and the queasy fear in my throat is forgotten and my heart leaps to be overflown by that remarkable bird in that remarkable place. Then I think, It’s just sizing you up as lunch – and I laugh out loud at my stupidity and the land’s indifference