An hour after the rain, an hour before the next, the air was sweet with humidity.
Clouds drifted quickly overhead, revealing layers, shapes and shadows. It was a quiet afternoon.
The humming and spitting of the ocean, the granules of sand accumulating in your hair, in the distance a man seated in the sand plays the saxophone, the ease of your exhale.
Miami in November can be unpredictable, but it is a predictably wonderful break from late autumn in New York City.