After the gulls of summer have gone.

Reflections from an Empty Rooftop

I never thought I’d miss the sight of gull shit on my terrace, but here we are.

In April, while the gulls were just arriving in Paldiski and negotiating nesting space, I was suffering from a shooting pain going from my hip to the outside of my knee. Over time, it became debilitating, confining me to my sofa. I’m sure I would have looked out regardless, b…