I awoke early to dramatic skies — dark clouds framing brilliant shafts of light over the Gulf. I grabbed my sketchbook and watercolor set and walked to a vantage point, painting broad strokes of sky, sea, palm silhouettes.
I journaled: the salt smell, the hush before rain, the glint of distant waves, people hurrying with umbrellas. After the shower passed, I strolled through damp grounds, noticing how palm leaves glistened, puddles held reflections of sky.
Later, I prepared a cozy lunch: clam chowder grilled cheese — thick cheesy sandwich with creamy chowder inside — served with tomato soup. I ate by the window, watching residual storms fade.
I spent the afternoon in the clubhouse reading, writing, chatting with others who sought shelter from passing showers. The contrast — nature’s fury, then calm warmth — made the day vivid.