Moving down the street

Walkers and our feet,

Who needs a car

Walking's best by far

Slower and slower we go

Sharing the walk with Joe.

It's such a relief

Resting at the beach.

That's our seat -

A beach retreat.

The Pelicans.

I sit in an upholstered chair bequeathed to us residents on the tenth floor of the Ocean House where I live. I watch them. The Pelicans. Their black slim bodies and blacker wide spread wings drift through the iridescent afterglow of the sunset. It back lights them in blue, red-orange, gray-green, yellow, gold. They hover in the twilight sky. They are waiting for something.

The Pelicans.

They fly past my window, their regal wings parting…

The sun setting into the sea making ever changing multi-colored cloud shapes appear and disappear is my Higher Power.

This is how:

I become a part of the panoramic view each and every night.

The diaphanous clouds present themselves as sheep, lambs, lions, small auto cars, all colors, every hue of orange and red, redder, redder, pale blue-green aqua blue, dark blue,…