A flamingo runs forward with a pitter-patter across the lagoon to take-off.
A flamingo strides purposefully along the misty pink shore of the lagoon.
In the midst of a bustling congregation of avian beings, a single flamingo stood apart, its plumage a striking blend of crimson, red, and pink.
In a perfect line, each on his own wing, the flamingos come to land on a misty stretch of lagoon.
Gently stretching its wing and leg back just above water, a flamingo slowly awakens to a twirling pink mist.
