... the majestic birds
It’s getting cold in San Francisco and it’s getting quite freezing in the water, too. I was hesitant to get in on this gray, gloomy day, but a nudge from my swim buddy pushed me over the edge.
Pelicans arrived around the time we entered the water and they didn’t just fly past—as they often do. They came to hover above us ready to fish for their lunch. Some dived in full speed head first and burst into the water like an explosion, making their catch.
I stopped swimming, took off my goggles, flipped on my back, and just watched the wildlife galore from my front-row seat on the water.
A moment later I noticed a group of pelicans floating nearby swaying on the waves; I swam towards them. They soon lifted off all at once and flew away right above my head. I watched their effortless flight, spreading their wings wide. What a majestic bird!
The show concluded.
It was time for us to swim back. I had a big grin on my face but my body was trembling with cold as I overstayed my time in the water. It was, however, worth all the shivers.
Swimming, the gift that keeps giving.