The scene through my living room window is quite deceiving. Bright and sunny blue skies. Not unusual for Florida. The mercury is reporting 50 degrees, down a few degrees in a mere hour's time. The tall palms are swaying this way and that way with a sustained gust out of the deep north. The 'feel like' temperature is now flirting with 40 degrees. Fortunately, I wasn't planning a visit to the beach today. Yet, I have this urge to see the naked white sand, as I know there isn't a soul strolling on a morning walk. The chop in the Gulf was rocking yesterday and is likely tearing at the shoreline with it's salty teeth today. A wet suit or two may have found the adventurous thrill seeker to scale the waves. Weather has the power to attract or to deter. I feel like I've been caught in the tractor beam of the Death Star. This force is drawing me into a powerful environment. Camera in hand, I'm ready to start shooting, capturing the elements of Mother Nature being her bad self.
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.