Despite being overcast, it was comfortably warm.
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.