|A brooding Miami sky|
|Hollywood Beach, between Fort Lauderdale and Miami|
|The pastel colours of South Beach|
After a quick walk through the area, I hopped back into the car and drove across the Venetian Causeway, so named because of the old, white bridges that span the many man-made islands in Biscayne Bay. For added drama, two shafts of lightning on either side of me shot down and the ominous roar of thunder shouted across the bay. Then, the sky that had looked bruised and beaten for much of the day exacted its revenge by lashing out and unleashing a savage rain storm.
Thinking it must be a sign to leave, I make my way to the airport.