At the corner I turned left, and went downhill, and under the expressway, where noise from the traffic was loud and fast, and on along the sidewalk of a road that led into the park beside the harbor, until I reached a pier, at the end of which I stopped for a while to stand and look at the bay, and at the snow that was falling on the waves, and at the waves themselves, which slushed against the pylons, and at a couple of seagulls that were wheeling out over the waters upon which, at other times of day, on other occasions, I had seen them swoop and dive.