At 4:00 a.m. on Saturday a crashing thunderstorm struck, bringing heavy rain. By midmorning the rain had stopped, so Cynthia and I went to the beach. Shortly after we started walking the wind picked up and increased to at least 35 miles per hour. Sometimes we staggered in the face of sharp gusts.
The north wind blew sand away from the dunes and sent it flying toward the sea. Light-colored streaks in the photo below are streams of dry sand flying over the damp beach. Grains stung our cheeks and eyes.
Some of the sand flew into the water, but some fell on the beach like powdered sugar dusting a cake.
A sand ghost appeared, seeming to suggest that we leave.
We did.
1 comment:
The end.
I so love your humor!
Great photo of Dick and Cynthia! That afternoon light really is magical!
Love you!
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