D.O.P.-T.

Sheets of rain and door-banging wind at work last night. So when I emerged, even though my relief was a bit late and the bus was even later, it wasn't completely light, still blue-grey. A huge flight of gulls flew over from the Bay, low overhead so I could see from the shape what they were, but they flew like pterodactyls out of Mordor, silent and angular and each one seeming to blink into existence without preamble. And in the distance, a transmission tower I never saw before blinked its red lights.