I grew up on the southend of Ocean City NJ. A dry town. Going across the 34th street bridge to the liquer store.. a pair of osprey built a rather large nest atop one of the lightpoles in their parking lot.
Thankfully off on the side of the building.. because during the summer you can't park near it.. they will swoop down on you to defend the nest.
In the end all that matters is how fully you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things that did not belong to you -buddha