Seagulls gathered in a tight flock, all facing the setting sun, a sign of something to come.
The sky is graded from blue in the east to a white haze in the west.
A warm 5pm breeze tickles & trembles the dry grass.
Pine boughs & branches bounce in the breeze above me.
Sap bubbles above my head on the trunk of the pine tree.
Dandelion stalks with no flower or seeds, the white button of emptiness at the center of the stalk has already discharged its duties for the season.
An endless end-of-summer moment.
9 pigeons poking through grass, hunting for supper I suppose.
Ah, the sharp smell of sticky pine sap on my fingertips.