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The wind is up and the landscape is changing. Like a bureaucratic comedy, tomorrow’s forecast calls for ‘strong winds,’ as if the gusts we’re seeing now aren’t physical enough. The big yachts that usually cluster offshore are gone. They moved out, heading for deeper, more sheltered anchorages. We went to the outdoor Saint Tropez market this morning, to get brugnon, abricots, rouge cherries, fresh bread and tapenades. Fishermen in the harbor were working with quiet anxiety to lash down and secure their boats. On the beach, ocean waves are boring in on shore - sharper, faster and frothier, rolling in more dramatically, tucking down at the last second to break on the beach in sudden, forward rolls - like you see on the gulf of Mexico. Gulls, herons and swifts hang in the air, like sculptures in orbit, not flapping - just rocking back and forth above the waves. Clouds rush by, like a ticker-tape Rorschach test and the umbrella pines are starting to shimmy like bobblehead dolls. I wonder if the giant show kites will be up tomorrow, the big 40-foot long ones - the whales, dragons, caterpillars, and octopuses - I hope so. We’ll have to watch those from the hills, because sand whips along the beach, flowing like a sandpaper river to sting bare ankles like a swarm of bees. We had to tie-off our suites sheer Belgian linen drapes earlier, they were thrashing like living flags of surrender. I delight in this kind of domestic chaos, it makes me feel alive. . . Songs for this: Riviera Life by Caro Emerald Sail on sailor by the beach boys Colors Of The Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
anaisvionet
a wind off the sea
The wind is up and the landscape is changing. Like a bureaucratic comedy, tomorrow’s forecast calls for ‘strong winds,’ as if the gusts we’re seeing now aren’t physical enough. The big yachts that usually cluster offshore are gone. They moved out, heading for deeper, more sheltered anchorages. We went to the outdoor Saint Tropez market this morning, to get brugnon, abricots, rouge cherries, fresh bread and tapenades. Fishermen in the harbor were working with quiet anxiety to lash down and secure their boats. On the beach, ocean waves are boring in on shore - sharper, faster and frothier, rolling in more dramatically, tucking down at the last second to break on the beach in sudden, forward rolls - like you see on the gulf of Mexico. Gulls, herons and swifts hang in the air, like sculptures in orbit, not flapping - just rocking back and forth above the waves. Clouds rush by, like a ticker-tape Rorschach test and the umbrella pines are starting to shimmy like bobblehead dolls. I wonder if the giant show kites will be up tomorrow, the big 40-foot long ones - the whales, dragons, caterpillars, and octopuses - I hope so. We’ll have to watch those from the hills, because sand whips along the beach, flowing like a sandpaper river to sting bare ankles like a swarm of bees. We had to tie-off our suites sheer Belgian linen drapes earlier, they were thrashing like living flags of surrender. I delight in this kind of domestic chaos, it makes me feel alive. . . Songs for this: Riviera Life by Caro Emerald Sail on sailor by the beach boys Colors Of The Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
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The sun-baked bayou rots in sun-dried tomato heat This is not a traditional geometric form No cube, no circle, this shouldn’t be possible The swamp’s stink lines blur with the waving heat of the pavement Fresh out the oven Flattops from the flatlands Flamingos from the herons Is Gaea up on new trends? Wetlands are out we’ve got shiny new sewers Glistening, gleaming, glowing with 4 star reviews The development company’s shade trees are still saplings Shade! Coming here in 15 to 20 years! Mark your calendars I got the fast pass for the highway so I can look for parking quicker I heard there’s parking lot with a million spots My kids’ eyes widen in wonder, Really Daddy? I nod with a knowing smile, thinking Wait till they learn about Cyber Monday Orthogonal forms dominate here I wonder if herons wake up early for Black Friday?
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
whpayne
Herons
The sun-baked bayou rots in sun-dried tomato heat This is not a traditional geometric form No cube, no circle, this shouldn’t be possible The swamp’s stink lines blur with the waving heat of the pavement Fresh out the oven Flattops from the flatlands Flamingos from the herons Is Gaea up on new trends? Wetlands are out we’ve got shiny new sewers Glistening, gleaming, glowing with 4 star reviews The development company’s shade trees are still saplings Shade! Coming here in 15 to 20 years! Mark your calendars I got the fast pass for the highway so I can look for parking quicker I heard there’s parking lot with a million spots My kids’ eyes widen in wonder, Really Daddy? I nod with a knowing smile, thinking Wait till they learn about Cyber Monday Orthogonal forms dominate here I wonder if herons wake up early for Black Friday?
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