yesterday, i went to the beach in the evening, while the power was out and the wind was blowing so hard there were branches down everywhere.

the beach was really dramatic. the clouds were really low, and blowing so they were moving across the sky like a herd of ethereal buffalo (:)). the wind was blowing out to sea, so the waves weren't as big as they could have been (like they were last year)

there was intense spray though, and the sea was foamy, and the sand blew so hard at our backs it was like millions of tiny stings. the sun was breaking through the clouds to the west, in orange because it was sunset.

i think the ocean remembered. there was a hurricane out to sea last year on that day, and the waves were huge then even though the sky was beautiful and blue and clear. and yesterday, there was a hurricane out at sea, but the waves weren't big, the sky wasn't clear - but it was strange, like it couldn't be normal, because it knew that i remembered, and that i was using it as a barometer of sorts, and not to predict the weather.