Tropical Fervor II

As commuters sluice their way north and south on Governors Avenue, a balmy tropical breeze pours in from the east. At six-forty-seven am, a silver-violet sky spills a mysterious pall over the Delmarva Peninsula; with the re-set to standard time still weeks away. The wet asphalt and the shroud of a sky seem to coalesce in a shiny muted red- violet. An armada of giant yellow school busses stream speedily north; loaded with ghosts of vacant seats. Bold lights of grocery and convenience stores reflect on every surface, promising hot coffee or breakfast for the workday ahead. With the surfaces of the roads slippery from this much needed rain; please drive gently …