Then out to the water, where, in one direction, the sky was lightening
The familiar spiky trees against the dawn
The birds already out and foraging
In the distance, the fishing pier still standing despite Irma's best efforts
The sun was rising over the airport
But this was something new - a building site where there used to be jungle. The inevitable march of the property developer.
The likely swamp now looks much tamer - with an empty field beside it, shortly to be filled with samey, sorry, desirable new houses. That's Florida these days.
But it was still good to be back.