We went down to the water, just a couple of blocks away. Looking over the bay everyday all the time, is different from being at the water where one can smell the sea and maybe get your toes wet.
The sun is setting. A sailboat sways quietly on anchor. It is windy, but in this protected bay the water is calm. A few thin clouds with beautiful colors of silver, white, gold, orange and red, hang in the blue western sky. It's a soul soothing time. A handful of pelicans rest on top of the pilings. Every now and again one would dive down to fish. But their heads don't move profoundly or come up, as I'm used to seeing them do in other parts of the world. “He's stuck in the mud!” I said. We waited, and waited, and finally one lifts his head and tries to swallow something not visible. “Crabs! They're fishing in the mud, crabs!”