For a man who enjoys cold weather, Florida might not be the optimal state in which to live. Nevertheless, here I am. A couple of days past the winter solstice and and I find myself noting the Christmas lights on the palm trees, and the flowers in bloom, and the perspiration produced by a moderately brisk walk with the dog. It all feels kind of foreign. I’m not used to sweating a lot in December. Around here, even Santa wears short sleeves. Sunglasses too, I imagine: the light in Florida is always just a little too bright. It reflects from the pavement and the water and the windshields and it has me squinting even on the second shortest day of the year.
But you will not hear me complain. I’ve lived in a lot of places and I know that every place has its own beauty, its own unique horizon, its own list of things that take some getting used to. Meantime, I’m getting reacquainted with my excellent dog, whom I have not seen in awhile. She seemed happy to see me too — but then dogs always do, don’t they? She was happy to see the cat as well, although the feeling may not have been mutual.
Here’s a little slide show of our walk today along the St. John’s River. The audio is kind of jittery for reasons I don’t understand, and ends rather abruptly because I couldn’t be bothered to sync things properly.