A couple of weeks ago I took some well deserved vacations at a famous Mexican beach called Ixtapa. The place is simply beautiful. The gentle sea breeze, the powerful blue ocean, the soft and warm sand… Everything was perfect. But more often than not, you need someone else around so you can share those lovely moments.
Luckily for me, I found a local bird relaxing along the shore near my hotel. Being the social man that I am, I approached him with my usual confident behavior:”Hello there good bird. How are the warm waves of Ixtapa treating you today?”. He never really replied, but I felt his welcoming aura nevertheless. I’m one of those people who can tell a welcoming aura when there is one.
Anyway, my bird friend and I spent countless hours gazing at the Pacific Ocean, sharing experiences and knowledge. He didn’t speak much… or at all; but I knew his heart was true. Sadly, things started to feel a little awkward when I told him about my flamingo friend over at Galapagos. He didn’t say so, and neither did I; but we both felt our friendship was drawing to an end. A very uncomfortable minute of silence ensued.
It is very sad really, when you stop and think about it. About how frail friendships can be sometimes, and how stubborn beach birds can act when that happens. He never really shared his feelings with me, but I know he is thinking about me as well. I just know.