The storm was coming. This time of year you can feel it in the heat of the day. The evening cools and dark clouds roll in from the ranges. Some days you might see a towering cumulus descend on an open blue sky lighting up its black belly with a magnificent lightning show.
People say there aren’t seasons here.
North Easterlies blowing all day leaving a haze of salt spray over the highway as the sun sets. The wind chopped ocean leaving a tideline of flakey seaweed and large bluebottles. Whales breaching on the horizon as they head south. Purple ‘Pigface’ flowers blooming on the sand dunes. The absence of any decent surf.
That’s what Spring meant to me growing up here.