I was making my laps around the the lake.
A large rock rose above a bog. It was white and brown and looked almost like an eagle, but it was too big.
I paddled closer and realized it wasn’t a rock, but a large trunk rising straight out of the water. It looked like an eagle, but it was too big.
I glided close. It looked at me. I shook with awe.
It spread its wings and flew away.