Oct 18, 2014
Biking by Mountain View Park near Google's offices on Thursday, I saw a hawk suddenly take off with a squirrel — a still, brown body — in its talons. A few yards away, a man with large muffs over his ears paused the grass cutting machine, gesticulated at me from atop the driver's seat, then tracked the path of the swooping hawk with an outstretched finger. We seemed like two mutes: Look at that, he said wordlessly, as he continued to point and I continued to stare. Our complementary gestures seemed amplified and poignant; for a brief moment we had witnessed an event out of the ordinary, and were glad to not be alone in the witnessing.