An Eagle at my Window

In one cool sunny afternoon, the heat had already died down from the light refreshing rain. Once the rain had stopped, the sun begins to show itself again. Revealing a wondrous creature outside my window.

It was difficult to classify whether it was some pigeon that decided to hang around at my house. I looked at it with great admiration before it flew away. It's white crown, and its sharp claws had given it the majesty of its appearance. However, once it spread its wings and flew I know what I saw.

An eagle. A symbol of power.
I take this as a sign for all great things to come.