Sitting in a beach chair, feet wiggling in the sand, in the shade of a coconut tree, feeling the strong breezes, if there is a heaven, hope this is what it looks like.

I am fascinated with a group of pelicans that perch on old posts, remnants of a pier.  They fly in in the afternoon, when sunny, and land on a post. They sun, preen and  groom themselves. Sea gulls fly over looking for a vacancy. When a pelican comes, the sea gull has to abdicate their place.  Pelicans fly in, if there is no open space, they float in the water, until a space becomes available.  In the morning, they fly around and dive into the ocean for breakfast. In the evening, they feed again. When the wind is strong, they float and glide in the breeze.  At this moment, they are sunning, and seem to be going Zen at the sound and movement of the waves.