Still a few hours before the serious side of Earl begins to show himself but already he’s making himself known.
Already some planks on our dock are showing an independent streak. There will be some gaps before this night is done.
Mostly it has been intermittent drenchings and bigger than normal waves. Already our little retaining wall is proving no match for the waves, and fairly modest waves at that. The sky is a somber gray but the light still projects an eerie brightness, as if the air itself is burning phosphorescence. That, and the constant rumbling as the Caribbean’s massive waves trip over the barrier reef.
So I didn’t go far afield for these photos. In fact, they are from right out the the front door. I just walked out to the beach between drenchings and snapped away.
The action has picked up even since these were taken.
Soon it will be dark and all that we will know is the rustling of wind through the palm trees, the roar and crash of waves against the retaining wall, the staccato pump of rain on the roof and — soon enough — the shrill scream of 75-90 mph winds.
In the dark, we can only imagine.
Here’s what’s up while it is still light out: