Today, the wind kicked up the waves. On the pier, I stopped for a moment, watching a young (I think), grey sea gull trying to fly against the wind and NOT succeeding.
She lifted her wings ready to take flight. She would get up in the air and the wind would push her backwards almost in slow motion. Then she'd land, lift her wings again and try and try again to get a little further and each time she'd appear to be flying backwards. She paused on the sand and then tried again. I couldn't watch much more as it was painful to see this little seabird try to achieve what seemed impossible.
Humans on the pier and on the beach almost made a game out of letting the strong winds push them forwards or backwards and it was hard to walk a straight line with the gusts. I looked back at some of the birds flapping in vain against the wind. Maybe the young gull was playing a game too! Who knows?! Before I saw her, two other seagulls flew over me, flapping with every effort and making it down on the other side of the pier. I could almost imagine them: "Race you to the other side!" one would say, and the other would say, "we'll see about that!" So many different kinds of life out today yet a similar seeming struggle against pressure pushing you in the opposite direction. Like the little seagull, we can only hope we're strong enough to push through the wind.