The organizers of the past weekend's big Duende festival must have prayed very effectively to the weather gods. Or they have built up a fine karma indeed. At a time of year when rain is still common in South Florida, they managed to pull off their three-day event under lovely conditions.
The same with the pro volleyball tournament on the Fort Lauderdale beach. No sign of the big tropical storm that missed Florida completely, only to dump tons of rain on other sections of the east coast. I know that my sister in North Carolina got some nasty weather. But here? Here the outdoor temperature reading near noontime Sunday was only 84 degrees. Here the beach was as busy as I've seen it in many weeks. Here folks rode around town with convertible tops down, car windows and sunroofs open. I was one of them. The sea was as languid as a lake, shades of gentle teal and jade green and violet stretching to the horizon. The boaters were boating on the quiet ocean, the waverunners were running. And alongside, on A1A, the walkers were happily walking nowhere in particular. Everyone was feeling refreshed in some way, I think. I surely was. When I awoke Monday morning to find some rain had fallen during the night, I wondered if the humidity had returned with the precipitation. It hadn't. I stepped outdoors to a fresh breeze. Oh, we aren't into the winter cooldown yet. More hot and humid weather will come our way before that happens. But this was the beginning, the promise of something better if only we'll all wait just a while longer. Patience. Even when it comes to the weather, patience sometimes is needed. (Photo courtesy of twitter.com/ftlauderdalesun).