The air is heavy tonight. It's hot and humid, with the smell of rain in the air- not like Malibu at all, more like New Orleans.  " Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't an hour-but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands-and who knows what to do with it? " -Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
Time seems to have stopped, that orange sun seems to be languidly hanging out above Punt Dume.