Cape May Snow Sculpture
This was stormy, much more stormy than I had ever bargained for, and the reason I couldn’t find my way out after we found our way in had less to do with storms than it did with laziness. Or perhaps better to say it was something like resistance, that there was a tendency to avoid any kind of resistance, and this was going to become a problem. Eventually it would be a problem, anyway, because there was a direction that things were turning, and for it to turn out okay, there was going to have to be a difficult move in one direction. The easy way was always to just let it fall apart. But when you are in love with a child of the weather, you learn to do things in a very different way.
The first few meetings felt exactly like the first meetings should. They left me feeling rather giddy, lucky, and also a little bit confused. I knew there was something good going on here, just beneath the surface of things, and I could tell she thought so, too. We had a chemistry, and it worked up to a hotel reservation in Cape May, where we were going to get away from all distractions for a few days and figure out exactly what this was between us.
On the first night, we realized that we’d gotten stuck in the storm of the century, and it wasn’t going to stop snowing any time soon. The place was fantastic, with a gorgeous feeling of comfort and gloom, that we both seemed to like. Maybe we liked it too well, because I was starting to suspect that there was something more to her interest in the dark than just a lingering teenage goth rebellion. It stayed bad, and then it snowed another foot, and though this was unusual for Cape May, it wasn’t unheard of, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the child of the weather until that night. At 2 am, I woke up, alone, and when I looked out the window, I saw her outside, on the beach below, making snow sculptures out of all the men she’d ever loved, crying to herself.
No monsoons
I have been sitting here this afternoon watching the clouds build up in the distance hoping those clouds make their way in to town and give us some much needed rain. It has been a very very dry summer here in the Valley of the Sun, AKA Phoenix, yes it is usually dry but this year we have not seen the summer storms that can roll into the valley late afternoon’s and evenings in July and August. The monsoon season as we call it here has been unusually quiet. We are right on track for having one of the driest monsoon season here on record. Because of the dryness the temperatures have been particularly high this summer too. Temps running in the neighborhood of 10 degrees higher than normal on many days. The small amount of humidity the monsoon season brings to the valley generally keeps the afternoon high temps from soaring up to 110 or more, keeping them to a more reasonable 106 ha ha. This has not happened this year. So once again I sit and look out on the horizon to see storm clouds building up and remain hopeful they will make their way here today into the Valley of the Sun. But perhaps not, and if they don’t come in today or tomorrow I will miss out on the possibility of experiencing any monsoons this season as I will be leaving for a two week stay at the best Singapore hotels to write reviews for a travel magazine. Certainly I will experience some rain there in Singapore, however I really would like to see some here. Even the toughest of desert plants are showing the stress of this rainless summer by turning tans and browns and loosing a lot of their green color. I love it here in he desert and really don’t mind the heat, however I do look forward to monsoon season and the storms. This monsoon season was a big disappointment.
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