Walking along the bay this morning I saw pelicans gathered as if discussing news, life and love. Just as humans do. They ruffled their feathers and opened their beaks at seagulls cheeky enough to fly close.
People stood, watching, as awestruck as tourists in the Louvre when faced with a real Monet or Renoir.
A collective decision was made not to shuffle or cough or breathe. Dogs were told to sit. Little children put fingers on lips as if keeping a secret.
But it’s no secret, I thought. The beauty out there. It’s just waiting for us to look. There it is every day right in front of us. Do we see it as often as we should?
I looked around at the faces gazing out to the water. Every single one was smiling. The pelicans shook their tail feathers; merry little gentlemen dancing a routine.
Laughter broke out. Children clapped.
The pelicans flew off in a single line, their large wings strangely graceful.
The crowd dispersed. People chatted to strangers as they sometimes do after a trip to the theatre. There was a feeling in the air that could only be described as joy.
Pelicans on the bay. One of the things that makes me happy.