Sunday, June 28, 2020

Sunday Clouds

Boca Chica Beach is a reliable spot to snag a solitary sunrise and when the clouds are out the sky looks good. Rusty finds this place less and less interesting but I like to stop off here on my way to walk him in town. On a breezy Friday morning it was just about big free and this place is packed with no-see-'ums on a  good day. 
After Rusty laid an egg, conveniently disposed of in one of the many trash cans around here he simply sat down and watched the light and the birds and the clouds. In the picture below I totally failed to catch a dive bomber but instead of deleting it I found I liked the effect - you can see the splash between the green and the blue just hinting at the undersea life and death drama. Pretty cool eh?
Then Rusty sat and because these walks are his time I did the same, nothing loathe to sit around and be gormless for a while. 
It has been so hot lately even people who don't complain about the heat have been heard to moan piteously from time to time. While mask wearing has become the latest political division deployed across the country the old fallback of climate change must surely entered the thoughts and minds of people breathing Sahara sand and choking on this astonishing heat.
I have sat in Harmattan winds while trying to ride a very exposed motorcycle around North African sand pits and the experience was not at all pleasant. I wasn't terribly excited to hear the winds were blowing sand from West Africa into our neighborhood. Apparently they have brought high heat and strong breezes but no visible dust as the main bundle of sand for once missed the Sunshine State. But the heat has been ferocious.
The good news is that the dry sandy air is supposed to tamp down hurricane activity for a while. You might imagine that the possibility of a severe storm this year has been on a  few people's minds and fervent hand clasping is the order of the day.  It's hard to imagine what the outcome of another Irma landing might be on a tourist economy already half washed up. 
The irony remains that even in this time of cholera the Keys as a getaway is a high priority and a balm for minds wracked by lockdowns and exhausted by monotony. I get the feeling that were the government to discover dangerously high levels of radiation blanketing the Keys the numbers of tourists wouldn't drop even then. Such is the need for hot sun and palms. I need to harness some of that enthusiasm even as I find myself changing into my second shirt of the day while the first one crumples into a small ball of sweat.