The topic of everyone’s conversation today: “Sun! Look at the sun and the bright blue sky.”
We awoke this morning to a gloomy fog, wondering where it came from or what djinn had conjured it from a mischievous spell. But by noon the sun had risen high and warm enough to dispel any remnants of clouds, humidity, or uncertainty. We stared in awe at the marvel of a South Florida winter sky.
It’s been a glorious day: warm, bright, sunny, breezy—the kind folk in northern territories migrate south for the season. This is Florida at its best.
For weeks previously, we remained indoors, wondering where the clouds and rain came from. A spell of gray gloomy days reminded me of what northern spring days are like. For weeks we did without sunny days or warm spells. So today it was a wonder that we all ventured out to stare at the sky to remind ourselves how endless and dizzying a blue sky can be.
Fingers were pointed upwards, faces turned to the sun, and some (myself included) could almost swear to have caught a glimpse of Helios, the Sun god, cheerfully steering his flame chariot across the sky.