Two years ago, in the midst of covid, I was driving my small toyota truck on a major highway in a New York City suburb. There are many red tailed hawks in the area. While traveling at highway speed, a red tailed hawk flew past my windshield, inches from the glass, and right in my line of sight. It must have passed in a fraction of a second, but it felt longer. The detail of the bird's beak, eyes, body, feathers and tail was extraordinary. As the image vanished I wondered if I had really just seen that. It was surreal. It really shook me up in a strange way. I told my wife. She immediately said it must be a message. Later I talked to a friend, who is very tuned in to Native American culture. He insisted that I had seen my spirit animal. I just went on with life. Perhaps my spirit animal meant for me to zap the shit out of your post to get you back to selling coffee.