Saturday sunrise 11/12/11

Mother Ocean is a skating rink backlit by a tropical rainbow.  The pelicans should be gliding over her glassy swirls and sworls instead of splatting in for a fish breakfast.  There is no murky gray preamble before Sunbella tops the horizon, glazing the rink in a wash of gold shimmers.  The Saturday morning still is broken only by lapping waves waking the sand.  The day begins.