Category: Florida Weather
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On Writing & Storytelling: Time for Another SITREP on The New Story
Hi, there, Dear Reader, and welcome to the Thursday, May 25, 2023, edition of A Certain Point of View, Too. It’s midafternoon here in Lithia, Florida, and it’s hot (84°F/29°C), dark, and rainy. It’s so dark that I just had to turn on the ceiling lamp, and I hear thunder, which of course means we…
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Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, May 23, 2023, or: Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It’s Back to Work I Go….
“Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise Hello there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in my corner of Lithia, Florida,…
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But…It’s Spring! In Florida! (A Haiku for a Chilly May Morning in the Tampa Bay Area)
Chilly northern breeze Sends unexpected shivers To sleepy writer. (It’s 63 degrees Fahrenheit/17 degrees Celsius as I write this at 9:26 AM; it’s going to be hot later, with a forecast high of 88 degrees Fahrenheit/31 degrees Fahrenheit later in the day.)
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Lithia, 11:46 AM, 01.05.23 (A Haiku)
Rain clouds shroud the sky In a veil of grey darkness Boom! Thunderbolt strikes
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Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, December 17, 2022, or: Chilly Day in Tampa Bay Area Triggers Memories of Sevilla in 1988
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in Blogging, College Life, Family History, Florida Weather, Life in Florida, Life in Miami (1972-2016), Life in South Florida, Miami-Dade Community College, Miami-Dade Community College, Personal Thoughts, Semester in Spain Program, Semester in Spain Program – CCIS, Student Journalist, Student Newspaper, Winter in Florida“Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.” ― George Gordon Byron Today I woke up to an even chillier – by Florida standards, anyway – morning than I did the day before; the sun had only just risen, so it was still semi-dark outside, with temperatures in the low…
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Morning in Tampa, December 2022 (A Haiku)
Battleship-gray skies Mixed with cold Siberian winds Give me chills, goosebumps.
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Rainy Day Blues – A Haiku
Grey-black clouds float high Above the wind-bent treetops Like tears, falls the rain
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later, Part the Third
As I stood there, Cheryl gave me a quick hug, then stepped back a few steps, her eyes fixed on me. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Cheryl straightened up and unbuttoned her pink sweater. Even though it was cold and her blouse was made from the same material as my shirt, she doffed the sweater…
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