The Birds

On the way to work this morning, the day is grey, the ground is damp.

The bus goes past Finsbury Park. Part of the park is really flat and largely without trees. On Sundays lots of men (generally) play football on this bit.

There are seagulls standing around on the flats. Not just one or two but hundreds. White birds sitting against green grass. Remember the Hitchcock movie The Birds? How the birds sat on the ground all around the house (before they started coming down the chimney). Thats what it reminded me of. And as I walked from the bus stop to my office the wind caught my coat and scarf and whipped them about my person as if grabbing them. And I had to struggle to keep them around me.