So this morning I poked my head out of the window to sniff the air before I stepped out. The streets looked damp, but not wet, but there was still that smell of rain in the air (that exists, although perhaps if you live somewhere like England it’s possible to be so accustomed to it that you no longer notice), so I donned waterproof and beenie and we trotted forth.
An incandescent blue was beginning at the end of my street as we turned left for Playa Cabezo, and in the couple of mintes it took to reach the Paseo Maritimo the clouds on the horizon had a distinct yellow edge, a happy sign that the storm was passed. We stolled slowly past the junipers which obscure the beach, Trixy doing that which a dog’s gotta do, and when we could see the horizon again it had adopted a much rosier hue. It was shaping up to be a glorious sunrise, and so we stood and watched, as the remnants of the dark storm clouds succombed to the sun’s greeting.
There is a point at sunrise where the colors fade, between the peak of their intensity (above) and the actual appearance of the sun, which is a whole other vista, and so at that point we turned for home, because there were chores to do, before my first class at 10.
After lunch I walked into town to do some chores, the wind is still coming from the “wrong” direction, and there are some sudden gusts from time to time, but even so there were folk on the beach, to my surprise. Judging by the color of their skins I would say all were tourists, desperate for the warmth on their skin before heading back to face the rest of winter further north.
Wind and kite surfers were out in force, making the most of it. The waves were being driven in an entirely opposite way to normal, so I imagine it was a new challenge for locals. The tops of the waves creamed back in the stiff breeze. For any of these guys who were on vacation I guess they didn’t mind the storm too much!
I ambled around to Playa Cabezo before coming home. Although the skies over the main beaches had been cloudy and white, over Cabezo blue ruled, intense, beautiful blue – and…..a glance up to the mountains, still shrouded in a grey blanket of cloud revealed glimpses of snow as the clouds shifted.
Sun warm on my back, the evocative sound of water filtering through the pebbles on the beach, here the ocean was calm for once, and I was desperate to get into the water, but, I have another class soon, so not this day. Tomorrow, hopefully……snow!