In which I hear seagulls.

It got cold and blustery all of a sudden. Good thing Hooman had the sense to bring an extra umbrella when he came to meet me at Starbucks uptown, because it had started to rain. We had coffee and a scone, and then went next door to pick up some groceries for our evening meal.

On our walk home, head down and braced against the wind, I could have sworn I heard sea gulls.

"Do you hear seagulls?" I shout at him.

"Mmm-hmm," he says, craning his neck. "Up there."

There, circling above the rooftops: sea gulls.