I'm waiting for the snowbirds to come back, the real birds that live in the Keys in winter, but they aren't here and I shall be gone.
The mangroves, humidity, blue skies, nothing changes and everything changes.
I heard from Up North where the first real cold front has petered out in Central Florida.
They get 58 degrees and we get 88. It doesn't seem fair somehow!
Even Rusty's tongue hangs low.
The sun and moon are aligned this time of year and produce extra high tides. The net result is some street flooding in Key Largo and I...
...I get to make some pictures with reflections in them.
Bright colors and silence, the back woods that I shall miss.
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