Tropical Fervor V
Reduced to hunkering down in a hollow in the dune line in an old unused beach path, due to high wind coming in out of the north-east, and blowing sand ; the sun still shines. The stirred air feels velvety and the warmth from old Sol tingles the skin; like foreplay. The Coast guard is beating it’s way through the Indian River Inlet in a very rough chop, now twisting southward toward Ocean City, surrounded by whitecaps. A lonely gull hovers in the relentless breeze like a kite held by a string, towed by a child. Denrec has resumed pumping sand here on the north groin in hopes to preserve Ocean Highway. Sea oats are dancing a familiar jig, as if waving to the motorists and cyclists passing over the deteriorating Inlet bridge. Fisherman toss back ; flounder and stripper that do not measure up. Hurricane Igor roils over Bermuda ; the earth spins on it’s axis. A beautiful summer day at the close of a short season ; moving forward to colorful autumn; a solitary man. Have mercy on those folks in Bermuda …
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