I was waiting for my wife to join me for lunch – perched high up in the terraced café’s
balcony – and overlooking torrents of river water cascading over the remains of a 19th
Enjoying a birds’ eye view of the rocky wilderness and enveloped by the
thunderous sounds of crashing rapids below, I noticed a lone seagull quietly standing on a
large flat rock amidst this watery chaos. As the river swirled around his feet, he cocked
his head and his eyes seemed to be blinking up at me.
I said: “Hey … don’t look at me, I’ve got nothing to throw your way; I’m waiting for
my dinner too!” Having infinitely more patience than me, he stood his ground – I
settled in with a beer.
When my wife arrived, she decided to toss him a slice of lemon; but he
never budged. I guess he wasn’t much of a vegetarian … probably waiting for
someone with fries (delivered a little closer to his dinner plate, if you please).
A little further downstream, where the torrents of water died down to a quiet and serene
pastoral scene; I noticed a single solitary plant precariously hanging for dear life, high up
on the face of a sheer rock cliff – natures intrinsic sense of survival. It always amazes me
what a change in perspective can bring to your feelings … just part of life.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– Robert Frost
Getting up to leave and looking back down at the still unflinching seagull below, I
thought: “See you later my fine feathered friend; but what else can you expect … slim
pickings on a Monday afternoon”.