A Scene In The Warehouse DIstrict

Around one o’clock, he walked out into the misty morning. The warehouse district was silent, wrapped in a fog that made it feel like everything in the world was here in these few dingy blocks. A movement caught his eye, and for several minutes he looked around for what might be disturbing the peace of the setting. Then he looked up and was swept away in a mass of twisting gulls that shifted in great clouds from one part of the sky to another. They created fantastic shapes that disappeared into the foggy corners of the sky as he watched.