It’s that time of year where the oppressive heat settles in to stay for a while. We really should be getting more rain than we are, so instead we’re still in the tail-end of wildfire season. Which comes right before hurricane season. I love this wacky state.
We were both feeling a little stagnant last night, creatively, so we remedied that with dinner downtown at One Flight Up. I had a Groupon to use, and a novel that’s not writing itself. Morgan had his new(ish) camera that he hadn’t taken out night shooting yet. After dinner, he went off to wander the streets and I opened up my netbook and started typing. I kept typing as the sun went down and cars emptied out from Donnelly Street, leaving the block much quieter than it had been when we got there.
We sat on the balcony, which was probably ridiculous to do in this heat. When we got there around 7, it was still in the mid-90s. We knew that, after living in this state for sixteen years, we were true Floridians as we proclaimed it to be “not that bad.” As the sun went down, you could actually feel the mild relief of the temperature dropping. By the time we left it was still in the mid to upper 80s, but it felt much cooler than it had been before.
Balcony-sitting season is really just about over, though. I’m glad we sat out there one last time. I think my writing dates will have to be inside for the next few months.
