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  • After four solid days of torrential rain and gusty winds, there is a strange yellow light in the sky today. We stumble from our doors and blink at one another. Our shoes still squish as we walk. We glance at one another, no longer sure if we’re tanned or rusted. When we speak, the sound of our own disused voices takes us by surprise.

    We feel we should do something significant to mark the passage of Tropical Storm Beryl, but we’re not sure what. Someone suggests that we sacrifice a virgin, but this is Gainesville, home of the University of Florida. There are no virgins.

    “We should drop to our knees and pray!” someone else yells. We contemplate the muddy ground dubiously. Gratitude to the Deity is a good thing; dry cleaning bills are quite another.

    In the end it is a child who saves us. “It’s hotter than hell out here. Let’s go back inside.”
    So we retire to our individual lairs, grumbling about the damned heat.

    The weather gods observe us from above and chuckle. They have plans for us.

    (Thank you, dear Cowbird, for coming back to life today. I can do without the sun, but no Cowbird – unthinkable!)
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