The Meaning of Life (as lived by the gulls)

The gulls are circling, swooping, calling. They are spiralling upon the updrafts of air that are whipped up by the wind bouncing off the white crested tips of waves. These gulls dance with the light. They play with the rays of the sun. This one lifting a wing that turns its plumage pink. This one facing the sun, transforming into a silhouette sliver.

These gulls spend their days outside, open to the elements, the bands of weather that sweep in from the west and break, like the tides, upon the far shore. These gulls are special. Special because they know that the meaning of life is to live it one day at a time. To take each moment as it comes. To embrace whatever is brought their way.

And to be grateful, to play, to fly.