The French Lieutenant’s Woman

There’s a scene in “The French Lieutenant’s Woman” where Jeremy Irons sees Meryl Streep at the end of a breakwater where the waves are crashing high and the wind is whipping and she is standing near the edge wearing a hooded cloak.  It’s a very dramatic scene of their reunion, made more dramatic by the setting.

I think of it often as I stand on my balcony.  Today the wind is steadily blowing at 35 mph, presumably with stronger gusts.  With the wind comes the salt blowing up from the Med covering everything, including my car in the parking lot.  I can hardly see out of the windows to drive.  And this will keep up for the next couple of days with no relief.  It’s truly beautiful.  The wind chimes are going to town.  All of the pillows from the couch have been blown out of the furniture and several small flower pots have bitten the dust.

The roaring, non-relenting wind is confusing to the dogs.  When we set out on a walk, they mainly just want to go home.  And when we get home,  we all look like we’ve been riding in a convertible all the way from Houston to Galveston!

Mother Nature is a powerful force here!!  La Costa “Brava.”