The South Carolina sickle moon imposes herself on the black silhouette of the full moon, which hangs over an indigo wall of clouds, indistinguishable from the ocean. As more light appears, sponge-painted clouds take up most of the sky. Other rock candy clouds hover above where Sunbella is rising, overlaid with dark-finger clouds like Spanish moss dripping from low country trees.
55 degrees and breezy, the beach empty of sunrise watchers who gave up on Sunbella's delayed appearance and scuttled back to warm motel rooms for hot coffee and morning TV news.
Sunbella's intensity builds, builds, making me squint, turning the white notebook page to splotches of hazy gray as I try to capture her coming. Then she's up in a blink, blasting the ocean with light, drawing pajamaed vacationers onto balconies with coffee mugs in hand. The day begins.
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