The whole time I've been here, it has been quite windy. The skies have been mostly clear, just occasional clouds scudding by. A sustained period of windy days feels a bit unusual to me – Korea doesn't really have them, for more than a day or two at a time. So it's been a long time since I've experienced it.
My mother makes fires in her fireplace at night, though the temperatures drop to around 12 C (maybe 55 F) at lowest. I'm enjoying the cooler weather, though in fact the week before I left Korea we were having a taste of early fall, with a few nights at similar temperatures.
This morning is more overcast than it has been, with actual periods of sunlessness. The wind continues – the equinoctial clouds being herded up the Tully River gorge from the Pacific – over the sugar cane plantations on the coast, over the rainforest on the Eastern-facing slopes, and over this sclerophyllous plateau. Everything here is very dry. I went out to the driveway and took a picture of an orange flower hovering over lichen-covered rocks. In that moment, I could feel like I am in a poem by Robinson Jeffers, where place is stronger than species or idea.
[daily log: walking, 3km]