Gray clouds turning black, lightning offshore, and the sun struggling to break through to the east.
Cheyenne had her nose to the ground while I had mine in the air.
It was a ridiculously stereotyped seascape, palm trees and all.
The light was all offshore.
They've got some nice greenery at Sombrero, including a wild mature gumbo limbo growing all over the place.
There was no one else at the beach, put off by the light drizzle.
Slowly the drizzle drifted away, trailing the black clouds, and the light brightened suddenly and..
...cars started to pull up in the vast parking lot, dogs appeared and people were walking and talking. The light was bland, the dog was tired and I was ready to go home.
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