Southern Comfort
The Florida fryalator is in high gear. Each and everyday the mercury eclipses 90. Humidity hovers at 70 percent and the big gold orb roars down from the heavens. It can be intense. Blinding light, the air as heavy as a blanket. Then come afternoon thunderstorms scud in, bringing with them lightning, walls of rain – and some relief. Welcome to the tropics.
Like living anywhere, you either adapt, or you move on. Your choice. In the morning I kayak, fish and photograph. But when the sun points toward post meridian, I paddle home and take refuge. The heat is simply too much. Back at the hacienda, I partake in my preferred triumvirate: ice cold beer, a dip in the pool and a siesta. Ahh amigo, now there is southern comfort.
