The sweet seagull seen in this image is possibly feeling the effects of withdrawal (I say "possibly" because I do not want to presume to know her feelings or thoughts) on a quiet Tuesday (day after Labor Day Tuesday), morning on Robert Moses State Park Beach, as she looks out into the Atlantic and wonders where another summer has gone. A summer she not only shared with her seagull comrades and sandpipers, but a summer where she has shared "her" turf, a sandy beach, with hoards of local folks who live close by as well as folks, such as yours truly, who managed to escape the concrete jungle of New York City for a chance to replace the roar of sirens with a roar of the Atlantic's mighty waves!
