Sean
Well-Known Member
My wife and I have been in North Carolina for nine years; autumn always surprises me. I am not talking about fall – when the leaves turn and the temperature drops. I’m talking about the late summer that hints of the change.
I have memories of standing on the sand bar not far off a private beach on the west coast of Florida, trespassing, waist deep, fishing the inlet for whatever passes by. Drinking beer and casting shiners into the deep channel about forty feet out.
There is no autumn on the Florida coast. The sun doesn't dip to a long, late afternoon angle until the middle of winter. The sun goes down hard; from harsh daylight to full darkness in fifteen minutes. The afternoon temps stay in the low nineties until October? November? There is no hint of the two weeks of wintery cool weather....
I have memories of standing on the sand bar not far off a private beach on the west coast of Florida, trespassing, waist deep, fishing the inlet for whatever passes by. Drinking beer and casting shiners into the deep channel about forty feet out.
There is no autumn on the Florida coast. The sun doesn't dip to a long, late afternoon angle until the middle of winter. The sun goes down hard; from harsh daylight to full darkness in fifteen minutes. The afternoon temps stay in the low nineties until October? November? There is no hint of the two weeks of wintery cool weather....