I was looking at the big picture and reveling in the open sky, the line of clouds paralleling the horizon, the rocks peeking above the pools of tidal water and generally thinking this was a good day to be alive.
The joie de vivre was not mine alone. A band of sandpipers was hanging in the foreground admiring the same view.
Fly away Peter, fly away Paul.
Before I knew it they were gone and the seascape was all mine again.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad