Today I drove early to Stinson Beach. Other than the gulls, I was the only one there.
As I walked toward the water, it looked like the young gulls were in school. Then, I noticed they were gathered around a structure, a creation, an artwork, gathered as though worshipping. Of course, school, properly inspired, is worship, the most important worship we do.
I was reminded of Burning Man but I thought these are gulls, and then, I realized the structure was a wing. The feathers were palm fronds. I don’t know the intent of the gathering, but I imagine in gull world it equaled the one on the Playa.
The tide was low and I walked south past exposed rocks, noticing here and there, a lone gull, or a lone sandpiper. Then, walking back, I saw people stumbling with loads of stuff to plop in their spot. It was time to go.