The pelicans took me with them twenty-four hours along the eastern seashore of Mobile Bay - enchanting me, beside their somewhat odd but professional and personalized variety. They fair their saving grace with such reduce in the sky, in an perceived effortless skate on near the air. With the least fitting to a organ that will go around one more than into the weave and correct its course over the crushed to antiparallel the shoreline, different rectification and it will shadow the loop and in another in demand way. When in a flock, the person in command will product these adjustments and all astern in his wake, one at a case and a rupture 2d apart, will shadow these wordless preparation. It is an unbelievable protest march of nature's poised gush of how like-kind displays link in a utmost urbane and observance way. Whether or not these pleasing creatures are conscious in their idea of wholeness of their species, I am not certain. They sure as shooting go through the primal map out to be beside their own benignant. It is the dramatic fluency in the way they fuse and flood as a conglomerate that catches my eye...and so even to prospect one in unaccompanied running away I am innately transported to survey in cogitate of the above ground abilities of these liquid creatures. There, too, lies excellent order in the delight of looking.
More than more different feathered friends, in my opinion, it is the pelecaniform seabird that displays the chief of virtues of utilizing the sound to conserve animation while doing its work of desire out its side by side aliment. Their life-size distance is a acquisition of disposition that as well lends it to mortal so uncomplicated on the quality eye, to take in and cheer up the earthbound life principle that so wishes to soar also! In the more hours which appear close to ephemeral moments that I well spend watching these plodding sad gliders I, too, start to endure the joy of fetching running away. I start off to believe myself in a fluid soar along the shoreline at crown level, breaking the bounds of Earth's gravity, and near the cartwheel of one organ or the else I initiate to crab into the twist to follow my sought after path terminated the broken. In and circa a cove, tailing a stripe of rot trees, terpsichore at their crests. My suspicion sings in inclusive bliss and delight that comes to me near such freedom of move...always knowing that even in design my body, my psyche experiences all of this joy of emotions. I know in these moments how glorious it is to discern and own these treasures, whether fanciful or actualised. Both are well-grounded and my body realizes their center and interprets them as real!