Disturbance

Today is the kind of day when it delights me to send a flock of gulls into the air. My mood proceeds me. The gulls jump up and flap their wings to keep it off them. In their sea-worthy screeches, they scold me for coming. "Keep that shit away from here." They haven't done anything to warrant my scowling gaze turned upon them, but they're there, where I want to be, and today I am not backing down. I'm hoping the water will be a calming affect. Besides, I'm quite pleased to a little ruckus being made by someone or something other than me. It makes me smile. The festering settles as the sun sets and the gulls make their way back, one orange foot at a time.