One week later – and January has swept in upon the Tel Aviv shore in the form of mountains of clouds and wind-driven rain. Up there somewhere . . . the cloud seeding aircraft of the Israeli National Water Company - Mekorot - are burning silver iodide flares as part of a routine program estimated to add 60 million cubic metres of rainfall to Israel every year.
But the pigeons of the Tel Aviv beach are staying close to the ground . . .
As the wind pushes thin sheets of broken waves high up on the beach . . . .
. . . . from where they slip back across the Time Traveler’s aging feet.
The wind and waves are a beacon to the surfers . . . .
And, with the surf up . . . so is the surf school . . . as students prepare to join the instructor on the edge of the breaking surf.
. . . . behind them are the remains of a dance club - where, in 2001, nineteen young people were killed by a suicide bomber. . . . but that’s before the time of an eight year-old girl paddling out to the surf . . .
. . . .Where the rest of surfing class has gathered. . . . .
No sunsets will mark this day . . . . just a cold walk back along rain-soaked sand.