This morning was all pastel pinks, silvery greens and pelicans swooping in from every side.

It was the most perfect kind of morning down at the Albany Bulb. No matter where I go or how beautiful those places may be, nothing beats my home waters.

As Colleen said of my potential blog post this morning, “You can just say, ‘wow!’”

Wow.

Grateful to be home. Grateful to “swim” with Sheila, Kim and Colleen again (“swim” in quotes because Kim, Sheila, and I were quite happy to glide and bob. Colleen, on the other hand, got in with us but then zipped off for her mile).

And especially grateful for the pageantry of birds displaying their splendor this morning.