
I stood and watched as it dived time and again. Finally it emerged with a fish in its beak.

Good for the bird -- bad for the fish. That's nature's way. A tiny drama of life and death here at the harbor.
To clarify: the title is excerpted from Act 1 of Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost. The full quote goes: "Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes." It's a warning against spending too much of your life in scholarly pursuits.