The eagle had done this before.
It rose high…
then came down.
Rose again…
then fell once more.
Each time, it stopped at a peak —
and every time, the wise man was watching.
“There’s one final peak,” he whispered.
“Near 580, give or take a little… ±2.”
Now, the eagle is rising again.
Faster. Higher. Louder.
“It will touch the top in mid-August,” said the wise man.
“And by the first week of September,
it will begin its quiet return to earth.”
Most won’t see it coming.
But the wise… they always do.
