You are telling about a stroll along the seaside:

You walk barefoot in the sand. There are only a few people around, and you're thinking about absolutely nothing. You're open and everything - the world and yourself - feels closer.

Then you notice the tern out over the sea. She skilfully harnesses the wind for her tricks, and you see her dive into a wave; for food, you assume. Then you stop and forget everything around you.

"I'm proud, slender and circling above the waves close to where you're standing at the shore. How long will you stay there? Do you know I'm here? Of course, but I'm probably a dot on your horizon. You're watching. And I love you. Then you experience my flying exercises and also see my steady position in the air. We are in the air, we are air, and I am there with you. You watch my art: Tilt my head on the lookout, up and down and to the sides. I'm determined and confident, everything is so simple, I tilt my head up a little now and change course. You call it my plan as I fly far away from you."

You feel the cool grains of sand under your feet, walk on and carry the tern with you inside.
You feel the wonder and a deep gratitude for something you were allowed to be close to.