My high school friend Marji was a resident of Florida shortlay after high school. We actually took a road trip to FLorida right after we graduated for about a month-travelling throughout the state and camping. In a tent. In summer. There was never a time when I was not slick with dampness and morning were the worse, as the tent was closed up for the night and the hot sun was beating down on the canvass. When you stepped out, it felt like 90 was air conditioning. However, being 17, it didn't matter. We rolled with it. We always looked great, unlike today when humidity makes limp hair look limper, make up melts, and a fresh look is of the past.
I knew what I was facing this month. I will say, however, that at least the air moves on the Gulf. It might be 90, with 90 percent humidity, but the air is moving. Last night, we headed to the drum circle, which is a weekly event on Wednesday. A number of FLorida residents come with their drums and bongos and rock out until the sun sets. There are a cast of characters that attend each week. Mick, a 70 something man who has a body of a young Arnold Schwartnegger, arrives and pays homages to the 4 directions of the earth, east, west, north, and south. We have hoola hoop girl, who has mastered the hoola hoop in more ways than I could imagine. A couple of belly dancers, some wannabe belly dancers, and various members of the public, all rocking out to the drum beat. My question-is this a west coast florida thing? Unique to this area? In any case, quite cool and spiritual in a way. We are celebrating the end of a beautiful day.
So, shrug off the heat. Pool swimming offers no relief...it is only a few degrees cooler than the air. Gulf is as warm, but you have dolphins doing flips for you so it worth it. To be continued...
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