Girl hurrying off the beach. Lightning can be dangerous. A bit of time at the bar lounge. A colada or two. A flirt or three. These tropical storms must be normal on day 5 of 7. Ahhh……it’s fresh again.
Weekend coffee ruined. Back to the Wi-Fi inside. Pitter patter….like an old movie on a reel. Dim. People speak lower and less often. The place seems darker. But the warmth is felt. Irritation is absent.
Urban cleansing. Leaves drowning. In the background, cars driving in the slush. People caught in t-shirts and no umbrellas. The last salvageable Indian summer day comes to an end.
Stylish in the rain. Stunning foliage pics can wait for another day. I need to take advantage of my creative juices.
So here I am……