Evening angels... [6.2.16]

I watched gulls glide overhead today in the evening light.
They glowed gold as though incandescent
The sun rendering their edges gilt and fluid
Like the ease with which they cut arching paths gracefully towards the coming dusk.
I silently thanked them from the ground below for the blessing of their passage through my world.
Riding the languid breeze whispering of tomorrow's dawn
They were like evening Angels.