On Sunday mornings, I set my alarm to go off early in the morning… and then another one for backup… and yet another one… and still yet another one. Somehow none of them work on cool rainy Sunday mornings. Not one. Nada.
So what to do on a rainy Sunday morning? Hold the umbrella.
This place has become one of my go-to places. I guess I am naturally drawn to water – the rain from above and the sea down below. There is a sense of calm.
The pattering rain has to stop sometime….
…to take heed of this little dancer’s performance to an empty audience
…and to this couple’s emotionally charged rhythmic maneuvers.
It was time to go – for me and the carnival. The champ already had his time.