The wind nearly blew me off the Promenade during my lunchtime walk. To slip the surly bounds of earth and end up bouncing off a windshield on the BQE… no thanks. A rectangle of the battleship grey metal roofing on the Pier 2 building was undulating like a flag. The surf was rolling and the harbor was flecked with whitecaps. One of the decaying wooden piers, still ghostly with the rails of old, was white-spotted with gulls hunkered down under the furious air.
And in the afternoon, the sun made my wall look like something out of Dr. Caligari's laboratory. Again. I love this orange brown glass.
You, on the other hand, have probably had your full of it.
A gallon's worth.