The sky turns blue with the first light of morning, there is also a feint orange glow. A solitary hawk circles above, she has been on the wing since before the dawn turned. She uses some of the few up currents available to gain a little extra altitude, this way she can spot any potential prey more easily, she did after-all possess keen senses and hawk-eyes. It is not for her the human hustle and bustle off to her left below, here exists a certain freedom, yet her eyes are scanning the landscape below for the next morsel of food; darting left right, and again scanning the landscape.

Below the new day brings activity for the people, the street sweeper is cleaning the road outside the premier hotels in the city. It is now starting to get light, before he had to work by the light of the street lamps alone. Just as he finishes people are starting to emerge from these fine hotels, seeking out their car, or perhaps a cab to the airport. As they depart a small tip is paid to the valet for looking after their car or to the bellman for bringing their luggage down from their room. The dawn signals a new day, a journey, a new destination, like the traffic light switching from red to green – everyone is ready to go.

Now starts the next leg of their journey, to where? More often it is the inward journey that matters more than the physical destination; the journey of the soul, yet for fulfilment both plans need to come together. For others the journey is akin to that of the hawk, a journey of enjoyment mixed with a hunt for food. Yet why be up at dawn, when there is ample opportunity to rise at sane times of the day and journey on at leisure? Is the reality that the early-bird catches the best pickings? These people who venture out at the break of dawn at least attempt to convince themselves that this is the case. This is after all just another journey in a life full of journeys. Each adds to the one before, yet another person questions where they are all going; and why.

Any journey, of course, only makes sense to the person taking it.

The hawk spots a suitable victim, a vole scurrying across the rocks near the base of a gigantic waterfall. She is high in the sky riding a massive updraft. Time to spill some air as she prepares to dive at full speed through the air.