… and giveth again. Earlier this week, with warming breezes, our shore was an iced-over wonderland of bridges, cenotes, and fiords. By yesterday, it was all gone. We were back to gray-green open water. But the west wind was blowing, knocking out power here and there across the region.
This morning I found the wind had made us a beach overnight. (Okay, people with cabin fever do tend to hallucinate tropical paradises.)