The pelicans look like they’re waiting for their turn at karaoke night.

The rocks beneath my feet were cool and uneven, their surfaces polished smooth by years of wind and water. Pelicans stood in quiet congregation nearby, their long beaks dipping occasionally as if testing the patience of the lake. Cormorants perched like sentinels on jagged stones, their feathers glistening faintly in the amber light. I couldn't help but marvel at how these birds seemed so unbothered by time—or perhaps they simply knew it better than we ever could. The water lapped gently against the shore, its rhythm matching the slow cadence of their movements.