A late Tuesday afternoon is spent driving into the sun. For the past two weeks daytime temperatures have stayed in the seventies with the sun beating down and a strong cool breeze that picks up leaves and swirls them about. Miniature tornadoes pick up all around me as southern birds fly by in a V. By the appearance of land and sky I can sense that there is a beach close by but a fork in the road takes me the other way. It is easy to become lost in the wide open space. This far down south can seem like a whole other country but a border was never crossed. This road is not yet a highway.
December 7, 1999