Jun 1
6 min read
The Eagle and the Swan
A tale of two standards
A long scree carried on the breeze, raising the hairs on his browned and muscled arms. Shading his eyes, Aneurin searched the skies for the source of that haunting cry. “Damn this helmet!” he thought, running a hand under the chin strap, attempting to wipe away the grit and sweat of a long day’s march. There! An eagle soared, making a beeline to the left, into the future, along the…
