The air was still, a hush so profound I could hear the whoosh of my heart beating. A shimmer of gold spread over the surface of the bay as the sun slowly rose above the tree line on the opposite shore.
I sat atop the seawall, gently blowing on my hot tea, waiting for the day to begin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. An elegant aviatrix, flying low, trailing a wingtip in the golden sea. I watched as she skimmed the water, never lifting that wing, never making a sound. It was as if she knew I was there and didn’t want to disturb my meditation.