Every time we head to the beach there is this patch that attracts me. It is this seemingly dry patch in the water-logged beach edge.
And I, for some reason, can’t help make my way to this patch. As I get closer, I spy Seagulls, landing and then sitting on this part of the beach that they have claimed as their own.
Excitement level mounts. And I make my way all the more quicker to these white, gray birds. Alas by the time I take my first step on the dry patch they start to shuffle forward.
The wings begin to open up. The air catches them and lifts them higher.
By the time I get to their chosen spot they are in full flight, gliding, dipping, lifting. Moving farther and farther away. Flying higher, much higher.
When I leave the spot and move on, I sometimes spy them land on their marked spot. And we proceed to play the game over again.
I only wish to share what I’ve learned – the very simple fact that it is right for a gull to fly!
– Jonathan Livingston Seagull