Just Resting

[Sweder]

A place to post random ramblings during the enforced dolldrums.
I'm parked in the News Cafe on Ocean Drive, green eyes focused on the joggers and speed-walkers tearing up and down the sandy strip. I head south later, to Colombia, my first visit to that country. No doubt I'll find no end of astonishing places to run, mentally kicking a can as I shuffle about.

Some tasty weather to report. At 5am, nudged from my bed by that harsh mistress Jetlag, I stood on my balcony and watched a storm gather offshore. The wind picked up, and as the sun rose behind vast banks of cloud the rain raced in to lash the shore. Palms bent in supplication, warm rain splattering my body as the skies darkened. I love the power of nature, so wild, willful, destructive.

The early risers scurried for shelter, pastel blurs against the shadowed beach. My envy grew, the perfect weather for a beach run. Ah well. Must pack, must dash, the circus rolls in to Cartagena. Weather permitting.