Here it comes

It's just started to rain here. It's not much of a rain, really, more of just a sprinkling. The wind has been increasing steadily all afternoon. Now it's strong enough that gusts affect the movement of my car. The street is scattered with plant debris -- it's a mess and the hurricane hasn't even really come yet.

I swam this afternoon, a measly 1,000 yards. The pool was already trashed. Insects, plastic bags, leaves, larger insects filled it. I gulped and decided to get in some exercise anyway. A good analogy, I thought, to mankind's dominance over nature. It exists absolutely when we're around, turning the pool in to a paradise oasis, but the moment we stop exerting our energy and effort to purify it and bend the landscape to our will, it collapses. With workers gone, the pool is now a mess.

As predicted, there are still runners on the outer loop. They all look quite fast, leading me to suspect that only the die-hard runners are continuing their training under these conditions.