Local weather outlets have been predicting a "wind event" for us here at the coast and dear readers, it has arrived.

If it wasn't nailed up or battened down last night, it went flying.

This morning, with low-hanging fruit disposed of (some of it literally fruit -- the street's lined with loquats and lemons and tangerines), with wind chimes sounding a ceaseless alarm, the gusts now go after loosened tiles and weakened gates, palm trees, the intrepid hummingbord fighting for a sip from the feeder.

Here's the sun this morning, just because.

Out on the ocean, meanwhile, vapor; water and salt torn loose from the waves, spinning, arcing, lending form to our invisible visitor.