A long walk on the cliffs above the foggy and foamy Pacific. Quiet and cool.
No one to talk with. Just DeeDee and me. Although we walk not three strides apart, both alone, in our own ways, with our thoughts.
Mine have been fierce and jumbled lately. Trying hard to make sense of things that may have no resolution. My hands are thrust deep into the pockets of my shorts. Head down. Eyes on the sand under my feet. Thinking unsettling thoughts.
But then DeeDee and I both look up, hearing the unmistakable whoosh of birds above, just in time to see a ruler-perfect “V” of pelicans gliding past. I can’t take my eyes off them and my feet stop dead.
The sound of the wind and the crashing waves give me a moment of peace. I give a silent thanks for the moment.
Speaking Plainly 
Resonate in silence, “V” stands for victory. Cheers.
Thanks, friend.
Was out there this morning too. Celebrating Tess’ birthday by having breakfast at Louis’. The crowds were thin and the fog rained down — quiet and peaceful. And while I didn’t see the V of Pelicans, I couldn’t help but think about the rest of the country that is burning up (some places literally), I was grateful for the weather here in SF. Thanks Brent!
Thank you, Winn. And please give Tess our family’s warmest regards on her birthday.