Friday Fires
After a cold night, perhaps even freezing, we knew the beach wouldn’t be promising even if the trail to it wasn’t closed for the controlled burn. In that direction, we saw a tall, dark billow of smoke which gradually lightened. Mercifully, it rose straight up in a steady column. As we headed west to run some errands we saw other clouds that turned out to be burns as well, and later in the day, the sunlight was pinkened by the smoky atmosphere.
Bruce got two pair of his favorite Rockport shoes, on sale, at the sprawling outlet mall in Destin, and then, while he got an overdue haircut, I shopped in Publix, rounding up the makings for a big hearty chili that could simmer and warm up the ePod and then us.
As much fun as it is ‘to strive to fill the unforgiving minute’, it‘s sometimes nice to dawdle through the mundane activities of life in warmth and sunlight, thinking of cold and snow with nostalgia.
