Invest 96 woke me up yesterday morning with that roof sound of rain that signals, to anyone who lives in a stormy zone, 'it's here'. The sound of rain and storms has (almost) always been a good sound for me. The afternoon rains of Florida, practically timely enough to set a watch, thunder and lightning breaking through darkness with mega-candlewatt intensity, no slow drawing back of curtains, but bursting open the world with light and negative ion energy. Like a high caffeine buzz without the jitters.
But, it really wasn't that sort of storm yesterday. It was more like a slow rolling series of waves, some bigger than others, with occasional lightning and thunder in a low, mostly fairly distant, show of sound and light. Cool enough for soup making, no mozzies nibbling, the cat curled up...it was (in a 180° different meaning than terrible time years ago in the Northeast) a perfect storm.
|Pretty much the all day view when I could open the window. There was very little wind around my place, though at one point we went up to a hilltop and it was honkin'!|
|I'm not sure what drew these very soggy horses to this spot. Maybe the grass was greener.|
|It's pretty much impossible to see the white caps looking toward Luis Pena, but there they were.|
|The bay was very calm with clouds falling over the hillsides. I've only seen that happen a few times here...it's a sight!|
|Incoming seaweed. I want to gather some and dry it out and grind it up for seasoning as an experiment.|
|At some point in the afternoon during another lull there was actually color in the water. Those wacky painters!|
|The seaweed is now seriously piled up. Hey! I only wanted a handful.|
Have a serenely saturated Saturday. Do some skylarking.