This seal looks like it's late for an important meeting.

The young sea lion moved with a kind of quiet determination, its flippers leaving faint trails in the sand. It seemed unaware of its audience, entirely focused on some unseen destination. I couldn’t help but marvel at its resilience—this creature born into a world of tides and predators, navigating its existence with unassuming grace. The sun cast sharp shadows around its form, highlighting every curve and ripple of its fur. There was something both comic and dignified about its gait, as though it carried the weight of the ocean’s secrets on its back. I stood still, unwilling to disturb this small but profound moment.