I was returning to my towel, having used the hotel's bathroom, even though I wasn't a guest, when I spied the seagull. Walking along the hotel spa pool's otherwise deserted deck, it took a gentle hop-of-a-flight into a fresh-water glide.
If the bird noticed me, she didn't flinch. Perhaps she felt as I did: At that moment we had more in common with each other than I had with any hotel guest that might wander by.
Certainly, she was in no danger of my giving away her secret pond.
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