Today the park was sprinkled with seagulls. The way they were dotted about looked odd, as if they were together, but not talking to one another. A few pigeons shuffled about awkwardly in their midst, embarrassed at the silence.
The second of the two new pieces from a few days ago is still in progress. I completed it as I envisaged it, but it isn't quite right. It's close, tantalisingly so, but I don't mind that. Frustrating on the one hand, on the other forcing me to reflect on it further should result in either a better work or having the confidence of being assured that it has failed.