It was a short walk in the afternoon, more of an escape from the house. We drove over the forty foot high Niles Channel Bridge, which apparently is in urgent need of maintenance, and crossed onto Summerland Key some three miles from my house. At the north end of Niles Road on Summerland, Cheyenne got out of the car, stumped around briefly and decided it was too hot for the serious walk I was hoping for.
There is some sort of Venturi effect under the stilt house that makes it the breeziest and thus the coolest spot outdoors in summer right there on the unlovely cement floor. Why is it we get accidentally snug with very little effort just as we have to get up and go away and do something useful?