That bird walks like it owns the entire ocean.

The tide crept closer as I followed the bird’s path. It walked with an air of purpose, as though its destination was just beyond my understanding. I found myself unconsciously matching its pace, my feet sinking slightly into the wet sand with each step. The breeze carried the faint scent of salt and seaweed, mingling with the rhythmic sound of waves folding onto the shore. A small crab darted sideways and disappeared into a tiny hole as if startled by our shared presence. The oystercatcher paused again, tilting its head toward the water before resuming its deliberate march. I wondered briefly if it was searching for food or simply enjoying its own solitude. Either way, it seemed unbothered by the world beyond this stretch of sand. I envied that simplicity for a moment, then chuckled at the absurdity of envying a bird.