Flotsam

They call it Black Friday.Humans stampede through parking lots and plazas, hunting shiny boxes and blinking screens.But down at the shore?We call it The Quiet Day. Most years, it’s just me – Sal the Seagull – circling above empty beaches, riding the wind like a king with no subjects.No fries.No crumbs.No half-eaten rolls.Just sand, sky, … Read more