Misty

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.

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