"In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks."
John Muir

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Little Beach Story

This story begins on a sunny, white sand beach.
We were leisurely strolling the shore, lattes in hands, when we discovered a large number of shorebirds grouped in one spot.
Some were alert, some seemed bored.

I figured I could conjure up a tale of these birds since they were all gathered on one side of a beach volleyball net and were facing in the same direction. A watchfulness showed in the posture of the birds.

They were a team that had scheduled a volleyball game but were waiting for the other team to show up. This other team was very late and they weren't sure what to do next.
The seagull was the captain and even he was having trouble keeping the energy level high among the players, dozing a bit himself.
I think some had given up completely.

The afternoon sun was warm and one by one the birds grew drowsy, closing their beady little eyes and tucking their head under their wings.
The captain's challenging words fell on deaf ears (where are those little ears, anyway?).

We walked a long way down the beach and then eventually returned.
Sadly, we realized the game had still not begun because the players were still sleeping and the persistant captain gull perched on the net post, watching diligently for the opponents.

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