An earthquake here on Saturday afternoon. Magnitude 5, 20 miles north. i was out in the harbour oboard La Buscadora at the time, and felt it just fine. Rumblerumbleripple. Watch the water dance, for just a second.
Crickets and treefrogs all around, every night, everywhere. The sound of them a coarse and gritty hissing from every bush, tree, and margin. Roadways lined in sandpaperysounds.
Sailing on Sunday. Seafoam bubbles popping, spitting saltwater mist into sunfilled air. A different kind of hissing, that, but still the same. Hand on tiller. Wake at my elbow. Salt on my skin.
Such was my weekend.
Now back to work.