She flew in the house and into the French doors. She didn’t realize they were closed. Her wings flapped more rapidly than usual, as she tried to find a way out. I could hear the worry in her wings.

Sometime in 2014 I met Luna, Luna and her parents. Luna would roll onto the ground and smile at me. All three were soft spoken. All three emanated sweetness. In the following years, they would see me on the coast monitoring birds and stop to talk to me.

This morning I decided to go to the beach for a walk with the dogs instead of doing my Sunday ZOOM yoga class with my local yoga teacher. Usually the beach calls me for a reason.  I noticed this man standing on a rock looking out at the ocean. His jeans were pulled up. I thought he was wearing, waders, high boots to walk in the water. I thought he was a man I recognized from last week who was in the tide pools conducting data collection. But a few minutes later I realized what I thought were tall rubber boots were, in fact, the dark color of his skin. He was barefoot. He was a different man.