Blizzard Florida Style

Snow in Florida?


Although the picture might seem to emulate that, no. The weather last night could be likened to a Floridian Blizzard though, I suspect. Out of nowhere the week of mid 60's and 70's weather dropped to low 50's with winds at 18 mph with gusts flying through much stronger than that Saturday.
Perfect kite flying weather, we thought.
And where's the best place to fly a kite?
Why, the beach of course!
With our best friend who had been displaced away from us for months now visiting nearby, we had to make arrangements to find each other, and the beach was also the mid-point between us.
So, we fashioned a kite out of taped-together chop sticks, a garbage bag, and twine, huddled up, and sped off across the bridge to the beach to brave and challenge the elements.
Upon entering beach country, we found ourselves driving over sand dunes stranded in the middle of the streets and sand billowing and snaking its way across at higher velocity than
expected. In fear of inpleasant eye-injuries, we seeked shelter in the nearest beachfront store and purchased goggles.
Then, it was time to test our kite-making skills.
It flew, but unfortunately the wind was far too strong and soon the kite was shredded, leaving the chop-stick skeletal remains, which was remeniscent of a Cross, and thus was impaled into the top of a mighty dune for dramatic effect. The ball of twine must be buried under sand now, having been abandoned carelessly. Shuen, the owner of the supplies, didn't seem to miss it.
Once we finally crossed the sidewalks and crawled over some freshly made dunes, we entered the wonderous dreamscape that was the seashore this strange night.
Not a single soul, 'cept ourselves, transversed the sands, and there was a strange howling silence so near the water. Any cold you might have felt before melted away here. Dunes lay scattered about in some places, and in others beautiful and strange rippled formations remained where the loose sand had been blown clean away already. The water was choppy and dark, the waves only discernable from the white frothy tops formed. With the waves came the sea foam which lay in fluffy clumps along the wet sand with the seaweed. Some of the foam got carried away on the wind. The full moon made the perfect companion for the twinkling stars in the dark night sky in this dreamscape which we made our playground.
I can't remember ever having such fun as a child. There was endless running and frolicking, twirling in the wind, rolling in the sand, waltzing on dunes, yelling at the Gods unintelligible things, sandball fights. Unfortunately, a mouthful of sand is not pleasant at all. I'm sure snow would be much better in that situation.
Shuen climbed into an empty trash bin and we rolled him down a dune a bit, but his shoes caused him to get stuck and all 5 of us had to work together to unstick him and pull him out. He was ok in the end.
Yanay lost her phone, but somehow was fortunate enough to find it before the sand buried it.
After playing in the sand for a good while we went to eat pizza and wings at a small parlour right next to the beach. It was decent enough, though the wings tasted a bit funny to me.
once our bellies were full we went out to brave the elements once more, finding that the wind had grown much stronger and colder while we ate. Luckily, next to the water the chill in my bones seemed to melt away again and I was free to dance about once more.
The simplest things can really be the best things.