At the time of this writing, our friends in the Northeastern United States are getting buried with snow. Photos of cute snowmen, deep drifts covering patio furniture and snow-submerged yardsticks are filling up our Facebook feeds. Even our pals back in Savannah, GA are getting in on the fun with some light flurries.
Not to be left out, we’re experiencing our own bit of weather phenomena in Costa Rica’s Guanacaste region. The last week or so has seen a huge surge in the Papagayo winds. They typically start up late in the evening and often last until almost noon the next day. The forceful winds whistle and howl, blowing the few remaining dry season leaves off the trees and pound against our metal roof.
On one hand, it’s nice to have some reprieve from the ninety-degree heat. The down side is that it’s a challenge to keep our outdoor chairs from blowing away and an impossible task to retain a pool free of bird nests, flowers and other jungle particulate.
The winds kick up dirt on the roads creating thick, swirling dust clouds. They slam sudden thrusts into our window panes and blow art down from our walls. Birds are nowhere to be seen, forgoing the whipping airways to huddle in branches or closer to the ground.
But it’s an amazing experience to be embraced by the transparent sky, to feel and hear what you cannot see. This seasonal reminder of nature’s hidden powers is humbling and beautiful.