Only in Florida does it feel like July in February. This is my first time on a vacation south and I love it. To wear flip-flops at night on the back step and swim in an outdoor pool with no temperature-tensed muscles in shock from the chill of the water is a novelty for Canadians who don’t live between Vernon and Vancouver Island, BC.
I am in a bit of shock, wondering if my boots, coat, hat and mittens will be fine left in the car at Buffalo airport, while I luxuriate in a tank top, a short jean skirt and summer flats.
We went to the beach last night and watched the sun setting, fish jumping out of the water, pelicans cruising a straight line a foot above the ocean water and diving a few feet below, herons posing for the cameras, still as posts, stars of their show.
Fishermen, women and children scattered the stone wharves launching their lines for a grab of the teeming schools we could all see swimming just below the surface. But these fish are professionals. They know a thing or two about dodging these earnest attempts to snare them on a hook. Nature always finds a way to fight back and survive when it needs to.