I spotted a kelp gull standing tall on a patch of grass. It just looked around like it owned the place. The ocean was nearby, and the wind ruffled its feathers a bit. I crouched down to watch it. For a moment, nothing else mattered. The gull seemed perfectly content, taking in the view. I stood up and walked on, but I kept glancing back. Something about its calm presence stuck with me.

A kelp gull standing prominently on a grassy field near the coast.