"...there are some images that remain imprinted deep within for your entire life...to be brought up to conscious reality through a familiar sound or deja vu moment...one such imprint of time was from a venture to the darkened, wooded pines, when in an instance of a moment there was the woosh woosh woosh from behind, to turn and glimpse for a second huge, whitish gray wings put into a glide as it passes as close as to feel the cool rush of air on my face, only to disappear as I turn within the same instance..."