mávaflokkur

I am surprised by unfamiliar cars lining the street today. They seem to have descended from the heavens this morning, while my attention was elsewhere. The usual cars on these blocks are dark, several are black. They are not always in the same places every day, but they are recognizable group, shifting more in configuration than in membership. These are shiny and white, as rentals tend to be, with the rounded corners common to newer models of sedan. They most resemble a flock of herring gulls flown in from the seaside, displacing the local pigeons.