October 16—Marina Del Rey
Just another evening.
Seagulls line up at dusk, settle into the sand, close thier eyes and face the ocean.
Pelicans float in the water, splashing haphazardly, and altogether face out to sea.
The wind is a factor, as feathers being smoothed rather than ruffled a good choice, but the calmness…the soul knowingness…the sweetness.
One has to wonder about the glory and might of the setting sun, the end of the day, and being present with one’s flock. The holiness.
And now? To head down the 405 in major traffic…a flock? The yin and yang of it all.