Waiting for the Mother Ship

Every morning, at roughly 6:50 am, I drive by the golf course by my house. This snap doesn't do it justice really and the perspective is all wrong but it's the best I could find on the web, so I'm apologizing in advance

Picture, if you will, that the green continues about 20 feet to the left at which point the road I drive along is there. This area slopes towards you to up to a clubhouse about 100 metres behind you and the course extends another 1/2 km to the right. So, every morning I enter the picture over at the left and drive towards and past you.


(Things like this make me *yearn* for August, when I'll be able to afford the digital camera but for now, you'll just have to use your imagination because.....)

...every morning, this entire expanse of manicured golf heaven is dotted with countless seagulls.

Never within at least 30 feet of each other. No discernable pattern.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Every day, facing the same direction.

Usually, I wave at them - to tell the truth it's a bit disconcerting. Yesterday though, in a heavy fog, it was downright fucking eerie.

Sometimes, I'm tempted to just pull over and go join them. Maybe they already know something I need to learn.

somebody once asked
could you spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep
what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
and we could all use a little change

Comments

[james]

at least they don't all silently turn their heads to look at you when you go past them. THAT would be bloody frightening. like "Village of the Damned Gulls" or something.