After picking up my now repaired laptop I extend my travel and choose the Olympic Park as my next destination. I sit down on a bench up the hill and overlook the Olympic Stadium, radio tower, even a small body of water.
As I gaze into the distance, a bird of prey appears a good dozen meters away. This Saturday afternoon is considerably windy, stormy even. The bird makes good use of this as it targets potential prey: wings stretched out and body aligned to the streamline, it stays perfectly still, mid air, without flapping. It appears like an artefact in ones eyes, an imagination maybe. Like a strange dream or a broken video render.
Only it’s rapid decent assures me of its actuality.