Early this evening, the sky was heavy with rain,
and everything stood in shades of gray: sky so dark gray,
but light gray where the street lights shone through the mist.
It was a fine misty rain like yesterday's,
only this one wasn't wind-driven.
As I was coming home in this,
I drove toward the Berkley Bridge in downtown Norfolk.
I knew the harbor and surrounding buildings would be enveloped in a steel-gray mist,
which is always one of my favorite things.
But as I crossed, the familiar gave way to something I'd never seen before.
The metal roof of a shipyard warehouse reflected the surrounding lights,
and revealed hundreds of white sea gulls resting on the long roof.
I guess flying isn't everything.