Moonshine and turtle rising 11/10/11

     Spent a long time on the balcony last night watching the moonshine on the cresting waves.  Wish I could make you see it through my eyes.  The best descriptions I can come up with is:  liquid light; illuminated mercury dancing on black glass.  Felt a full-body rush, that I was the only person on earth seeing this show.
     Took my coffee beachwalking to greet Sunbella.  The sand was gooey with jellyfish.  Glad I didn't go barefooting this morning.  Between the high tide trying to swamp my sneakers and avoiding the goo, I was relegated to the squishy sand.  Found a perfect swirly shell (my word -- they are actually called hawking conchs) there, smaller than my palm.  This whole journey my beachwalking mantra has been:

I won't pick up shells,

I won't, I won't,

I won't pick up shells.

But I picked her up anyway.

     Only me and a handful of sunrisers on the beach, scattered out like we had assigned stations.  We weren't disappointed.  Sunbella poked her head up beside the only cloud in sight -- a turtle with jutted out head and humped shell.  As she blossomed, Sunbella swallowed that turtle completely up.

     Walked back to my place along Ocean Blvd.  Hadn't done that in a while.  Heard bird songs coming from the Palmettos.  Noticed how lovely and alive the hibiscus and marigolds and petunias still are.  WAB (my shorthand for "what a blessing") to be living in this beautiful place.

     The day begins.