When we arrive in Santa Elena the wind has been already been blowing for 24 hours, downing trees and sending roofs sailing all over town.
The five cats’ bellyaching began as I backed out of our Tucson driveway. They wailed as temperatures somersaulted the century mark. They bellowed as we raced through Phoenix, no regular coffee stop, Phoenix a COVID hotspot.
The Taiko drum starts. Thump thump thump. The chanting begins, a breakneck liturgy in an insistent monotone. The timpani accentuates. Clang clang clang.