I’m sitting poolside, feet in the warm water. I’m sipping a serious syrah from Sicily when a drinking buddy stops to visit. It’s a dragonfly, an animal I have never seen here before. It skips over the oval pool, taking quick nips of water while flying a convoluted ‘figure eight” inches above the aqua. And then in a heartbeat, the bug speeds off. I turn my attention to puffy clouds above being pushed by the trade winds west.