There are few scenes in life so visually pleasing (to my eye anyway) as white birds in bright sunlight flying against a dull grey overcast background. I am sitting in the window, watching Glaucous Gulls flying over Arctic Bay, the white is so brilliant and plays and dances on their beating wings.
How I wish I was a poet, and had the ability to put into words what most people can only feel, this is a scene that cries out for poetry.