It is in the glow of afternoon light that beauty washes over this place. Nothing is forgotten, even when the evidence of devastation is so overwhelming. Yet, a little green and the warmth of burnished bark hints at a tomorrow not imaginable just a few days ago.
He hadn't really noticed it before Ellen passed. He'd seen a pelican sitting on the stern many times but hadn't thought it was the same one. You could easily tell it had been visiting there for a while though. A pelican's shit is hard to hide.
After so many great expectations the best day ever had begun not so well. ‘Goodsey’, his best mate, had planned a midweek surf at a favourite, isolated spot and they had both been able to wrangle a guilt free day off work.