We woke to the strobe light torture, the one you get when you drive off into
the sun at dawn on a clear day and the terrain is flat and there are tall
pines lining the road. It happens to us every time we drive a particular
stretch through Louisiana. Flash, flash, flash.
It happened to us this morning without driving at all. Our bedroom window
faces east. We're camped on the high plains. We knew the sun would come up
and start the baking process at about five am, so we pulled the bedroom
window awning out the night before to protect us. This morning there was a
breeze. There was an unobstructed low sun, a breeze, and a slightly
flapping awning. Another recipe for the strobe light torture. Flash,
flash, flash.
