STORY

The air is still except for the rhythmic splash of water as the pelican makes its descent. I stand at Windang, watching as it lowers itself with effortless grace, skimming just above the surface. Its wings stretch wide, catching the last breath of wind, its webbed feet preparing to touch down. Droplets scatter as it slows, the moment perfectly balanced between motion and stillness.

There’s a beauty in the way it lands - calculated, precise, yet so fluid. The reflection shimmers beneath, a fleeting mirror before the water settles again. The coastline fades into the background, but for now, this moment holds everything: the silent power of nature, the elegance of flight, and the connection between sky and sea.