One of my favorite little Hummingbirds began buzzing around me as if to command me to refill his feeder.(Which I promptly did!) And then he thanked me by lapping up the cherry red nectar with a thirst that seemed insatiable.
The ocean was clear and warm and mild. Light breezes toyed gently with the sails on the sailboats. Fresh Kelp beds(the dark areas out in the distance) thrived as the algae spores rose upwards toward the sunshine.
The beaches became crowded, once again, with people seeking relief from the unbearable heat. They explored the numerous tide-pools on the lazy, heat-infused, autumn afternoons, momentarily forgetting about school and pumpkins and Halloween costumes.
The sun glistened off the surface of a surfboard, as people sought shelter beneath the comfort of a sole umbrella. Content to be by the water on this misplaced summer day in early October.
The sweltering heat felt like it would never subside. It hung in the air. It surrounded our bodies. It was stifling and stagnant.
Until suddenly, it was not. Change blew in and the skies began to fill with fluffy, ethereal puffs of white clouds.
The heatwave broke. Windsocks, flags and palm tree branches began dancing on the balmy, beach breezes. The rain storms which would take place during the next several days, once again misplaced, were beginning to form.
And once again, the flocks of giant Pelicans remembered that it was time to go home. They took flight against the grey skies in large numbers, their silhouettes creating beautiful patterns against the darkening clouds.
And as I watched them flying overhead, I once again remembered that I, too, am searching for home. A home within myself. A home to which I can fly, even in the absence of wings. A home that includes my husband and my four Angel Daughters regardless of season, place or time. A home that encompasses everything I need and not so much of what I don't.