Kings Birthday

They came in groups. Thickets of people, streaming, weaving along the roadways, swelling in number as they wait to cross late-afternoon traffic. All of them, every single one of them, wearing yellow shirts, a bleed of bright, glaring yellow forming a river of people. Among them, occasionally - white shirted high school girls, little gangs of orange-wrapped monks, the odd tall, bewildered farang. All of Bangkok moving this way. Then the destination. The royal field, right near the Grand Palace. It is 4 days until the Kings birthday. The celebrations have started. The crowd is assembled.
"The future belongs to crowds".
They stand silent and still during the national anthem. Then they begin to sway, move into and out of position. Like a field full of daffodils, moving in a patriotic wind. And dividing like cells, packing the oval.
Waiting, waiting. Waiting.

yellow behind

yellow ahead

monks section (orange on the sides)