Tuesday, February 25, 2014

white

Yesterday the air was filed with swirling snow as fine as powdered sugar. Today, the sun is casting long blue shadows everywhere.
Snow is sparkling.
It's a white world.
White and bright.
A flurry of wings startled me though. I expected to see the gang of crows that usually patrol the street but there was a flash of white.
And then another.
Huge white wings.
Wings like arched eyebrows.
Seagulls.
Gee, what do they know that we don't know.
Gulls do come inland. That isn't really unusual but they haven't been tourists in my neighborhood before.
They chose the right day to come.
Garbage day.
Maybe the word was on the street.
I can see white wings against the blue, circling above the distant trees where the crows roost.
But there isn't a crow in sight.

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