I woke up late on my day off so walking Key West was out, too many people and too few masks for me to go to the city. So here we are in mangroves with a rising sun. This summer our drive through the Great Lakes reason was a taste of other places and it was great. Back home where Rusty the dreary dog is happiest, I keep looking for the best mixture of light and dark. There just isn't the variation in small flat islands that there is among the mountains and deep dark forests.
As you can see the sun has barely risen so the heat is about to hit the two of us waiting to turn round and start the trek back to the car.
By the time we get back to the car invariably my short is soaked and Rusty is ready for a big bowl of clean water. It's just the way it is this time of year. You walk, you think, you remember where you were.