Looks like this cormorant is auditioning for a bird ballet.

The cormorant flew low over the lake, its wings slicing through the air with quiet precision. Watching it glide so effortlessly above the rippling surface felt almost meditative. The water below shimmered faintly under the sun, its hues shifting between green and gold as if mirroring the bird's grace. I stood there for what felt like hours, though it was likely just minutes, captivated by the simplicity of its flight. The lake seemed alive in its stillness—a canvas for moments like these that felt fleeting yet eternal. Even as the bird disappeared into the distance, its presence lingered as though etched into the air itself.