Wind wind more wind

The sea animals are probably getting buffeted by waves, but in slow motion, more an annoyance to flipper around in than truly scary. I think especially of the two animals I saw when I was in Key West: a nurse shark and a sea turtle. I hope they are well.

The rain bands come marching in. Alone in one's room at the very outer reaches of tropical storm Rita is not a bad place to be, particularly if one isn't truly alone, because one is accompanied by tortilla chips. Alone + tortilla chips at the edge of Rita is the experience of a very small moon orbiting a large but invisible planet, whose physical forces manage to exert themselves in a number of Newtonian equations without revealing their progenitor's looming presence. Like: the little trees trying to protect their hairdos in the wind.

It is a busy time to think about animals underwater, and have a funeral for the baby lizard that you apparently rolled over on in your sleep last night, which in spite of being fully intact and having little, perfectly-formed feet had very much ended its time on Earth.