For the past several days there have been uncommonly high winds from the north. As to be expected the northern air brings cooler temperatures which correspondingly diminish the traffic on the beach. Humans are like gnats when it comes to the weather. The sun and high temperatures are the nectar that draws them. Today by contrast - when the skies were grey and the wind was cool - the beach was barren and drab. Similarly at the outset of my tour today when I initially struggled against the wind while cycling along the sidewalk on Atlantic Avenue the voyage through central Daytona Beach bordered on desolate. The picture was menacingly gloomy in part promoted by the spectre of rundown deserted motels and featureless tatoo parlours. There were vehicles on the road but virtually nobody on the sidewalks. The arcades were closed, the ferris wheels and superstructures frozen in time.
An ironic twist unfolded after I stashed my bike in the basement and landed in the apartment. During my absence the window cleaners had come and gone, leaving sparkling glass where previously there had been the grimy residue of salt sea air. It is however a reminder of the fleeting pleasures of life. Contemporaneously with my admiration of the clean windows I received a bulk email from the condominium corporation advising of the threat of high winds. Those winds had earlier carried not only the salt sea air but also the sandy grit of the beach. Everything is on a cycle!