The air was rich with salt and spray as the tide broke against the shore. Seals stretched on the sun-warmed stone, their sleek coats gleaming like polished bronze. The pelicans, meanwhile, were never still—flapping, fussing, and jostling for the best perch as their wings caught the salty wind. Beyond the breakers, a lone seal lingered, nostrils flaring at the scent of seaweed and brine, its head bobbing as if listening. Here, where sea and shore met, life moved to the timeless rhythm of the waves.
