We had a tiny little downpour last night where we all thought deluge! and I was even tempted to go out in it, head upturned and dance, but then it stopped and today it dawned startling clear with the bluest of skies and a crisp turn to the air. The wind, though, has been knocking the palms around, their dry brown husks litter the streets and the yard and I wonder, again, why I never hear of someone being killed by one or at least knocked out. I myself took the above photo gingerly, aware of the ones hanging over me from the neighbor's yard, and I've felt jittery all day from the wind. The power has gone off and on and off and on this afternoon and my house is so quiet and so empty except for the wind whispers that it feels like a conspiracy.
