"Gator?" I asked.
He turns to me. "I saw something flip, thought maybe it was a snook."
What he saw was a manatee eating grass, he said with glee. A huge smile broke out on his face.
"Gotta love it," I said.
Moments later I encounter a hawk sitting on the road. He turns his head as another hawk flies over and takes off.
If I leave, which is a distinct possibility, I will miss Florida deeply. It has been home to me for most of my adult life. I spent most of my career in journalism here.
But Thursday I will find out whether I still have a job at my newspaper. If I am let go, I will take my running shoes elsewhere.
I will miss many things about Florida, especially the wildlife, the beautiful rivers and lakes, the seashore.
But I won't miss the humidity.