I used to love to sit on a bench by the bay and count pelicans with an elderly couple.
We'd always marvel at the way they'd silently glide by just barely above the water.
The fog is a familiar atmosphere for them as well as the human residents.
Chilly and raw, often slicing you to the bone if it was windy.
Someone once told me that peilicans were pilots who have come back.
I like that. In this life they get to fly free as a bird!
For Robin ♥ and Illustration Friday.
Happy weekend friends!