Not quite. But boy, is it windy here. Earlier, pelting rain, too, though that seems to have stopped and we had, briefly, sunshine. I made it to the river at high tide. High tide in the rain, love it: the pilings almost all gone, water rising to the bottoms of the piers, ambitious about the wall. The wind did a strange thing: no big waves, just a rough surface of olive-green, along which vast ripples raced. Sometimes upstream, sometimes down, the best ones spreading in giant fast semi-circles out from the seawall. Then the best of all: a circular set of ripples fifty yards from shore, as though an invisible flying saucer were landing there.