I was sitting outside our motel room trying to read a book.
Sitting in the shade. Looking up periodically at the crashing waves. Trying to ignore the woman sitting in front of the next room who has many issues.
I looked up and saw something flying overhead,
An Osprey. Flying low. Just above the palm trees. Coming back from the shore. A fish in its talons.
We don’t see much of that where I am from.