Five hundred of them are present. The gulls in white, black and grey against what should be a blue sky but has been replaced by a steel grey cloud. It doesn't matter, the effect is the same. A small bird which normally would have gone unnoticed is present in the mass. They are dancing in what appears to be a game of follow the leader. They dive in and out in a figure eight ending in a ceaseless circle. Many layers have formed and the gulls weave throughout, careful not to hit one another. They control their speed and the many dimensions gracefully.

I stand on the sidewalk looking up at the complex task. I wish to take a picture. As beautiful as it is I wish to see the balance destroyed. To see two birds collide and fall out of the sky. The thought passes as I watch the ballet in the sky, silently wishing I was one of them.