Last night it was a necessity to go to the beach for work. Don’t tell my employer.
The beach was just as far as the highway would take us toward the clear skies, but still we were at the mercy of the wind. Refreshing satellite images sitting in a car being battered by the wind below birch trees losing their leaves didn’t change anything - the pace at which the clouds were moving along or where they’d first pass, but it gave some comfort that clear skies were on the way very soon. And within minutes of the clouds passing, one of the most beautiful nights of the year ensued.
Now if you’ll excuse me as I sweep out my Transit, which potentially is rivalling the Riviera Maya in sand coverage.