Ahhhhh….the sun. The outdoors. I’ve had the fortune of spending time outside absorbing some much-needed Vitamin D(elight) and enjoying the feeling of well-being that it imparts. In addition to sitting outside soaking up the Vitamin D(elight), I now see a flock of seagulls. Not the ’80s band who immortalized the lyrics, “And I ran. I ran so far away. I just ran.
I ran all night and day. I couldn’t get away.” but a literal flock of seagulls circling and gliding on the wind and doing what seagulls do.
“The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds — how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives — and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!”
John Burroughs (1837 – 1921), Birds and Poets, 1887