But I'm pretty sure that in "Cross Creek," Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings describes how some of the old-timers could tell a hurricane was approaching days before the first winds began to blow.
Was reminded of that yesterday when I went out for a walk.
Nothing specific and it could have been projection, but things just looked and felt different -- the color of the sky, some new sounds, the type of light.
More than a few Floridians complain about what they call the lack of seasons down here.
But if you live here long enough, you do detect their changing.
It's subtle, but you will eventually notice.
Even in Key West.
A fall breeze is still packed in in that muggy stickiness, but in its core, there's something a little less humid and a tiny, fleeting chill.
You've just got to look for it.
Oh well, plenty of humidity in the wind these days.