I went out to watch the sunset over Asilomar Beach. I stood facing the sliver of a new moon just as several flocks of pelicans glided directly over my head in groups of around 20 one right after the other.
Each small flock followed the same curves and turns as the one before as if on an invisible highway in the sky that only they could see, and told each other about as each new group followed the same path even if several minutes had passed before they arrived.
I was honored they flew so close above my head and perhaps told each other to look for the chap with the blue woven cap. They were majestic in their effortless gliding toward the sunset. A great close to the day.