The wind whispers through my feathers as I glide soundlessly through the blank expanse between sea and sky.

I swoop downwards, briefly kissing the indifferent waters with my wing and feeling the salty spray dance over my beak.

A thermal catches me and pushes me up once more, holding me aloft – aloof and far removed from the squabbling of other gulls as they fight for scraps an ocean away.

I flap my wings and continue on, into the empty canvas of the horizon.