I have discovered that when time is not on my side (heading to work late from the Cape), it is best to take 528 I95 and exit at 407 because you can go 80 most of the way. Not very fuel efficient, but definitely way faster.
This is the beginning of the dry season here, so already there is a combination of brush fires and controlled burns constantly making the air smoky and murky. Driving in to work early last Friday, I was somewhat distracted by the visual effect caused by the remnants of one of those brush fires.
The sun wasn't really up yet, but was getting pretty close to rising. The sky was less dark (rather than lighter) and the silhouettes of pines and palms and other taller trees could be seen intermixed with the bumpy landscape of brush, and the occasional twisting turns of "rivers" (ditches) snaking their way through the wetlands that line many parts of the local highway system.
Because of the near darkness and the haze of smoke remnants and fog (OK smog), the landscape took on a surreal quality that immediately brought to mind the phrase "primordial soup". I found myself watching the mist to see if new forms of life were stirring in its midst, waiting for their legs to be strong enough to bring them up onto solid ground.
Nothing interesting happened, and I got to work unmarked by random monsters in the mist. But my imagine was wild all day long...
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