I threw on a light sweater this morning because as all Floridians know, the temperature will rise before too long.
After a brisk outside encounter with what is definitely not beach weather, I’m considering switching out the acrylic for the wool. Or possibly, the alpaca.
Baby, it’s cold outside.
Let’s head to Keys.
Seventy degrees in Florida’s southernmost point at this writing (anything below 80° still ranks chilly for me) but it’s not 49° bragging a stiff wind.
And Camille’s opens for lunch at noon.
A purple matchbook from the Key West restaurant figures as a wishful backdrop in “Visit Camille’s”. Super local with super air-conditioning, a must must must for summer islanders (though some sopping sweaty bartender out by the water will say otherwise, an older than God paddle fan wobbling weakly overhead, his head, our heads, me covering my salad with a large napkin as a health precaution).
The story was published online August 2015 by The Rain, Party and Disaster Society, (Vol. II, Issue IX, August 2015, pg. 4). It’s a flipbook pub and can be enlarged for easier viewing.
Thank you, editors.
Read the story here.
Alert for the tick adverse.
Stay warm.
“Moose remind us to stay grounded, even when life’s storms are raging around us.”