Whoa 11/27/11

• I stepped out on the balcony and into "The Ten Commandments" movie, complete with music in my head.  I'm not kidding.  I said "whoa" out loud it was so burning-bush biblical.  Gunmetal gray clouds covered the entire sky and hung low enough to touch, with only a few chinks allowing pale light to seep through.  Mother Ocean lay calm at the skyline but churned wild and frothy onto the sand.  I expected Charleton Heston to be standing on the beach commanding her to part with his raised staff, but only saw two women trying to get their dogs to make potty. 
• Hit the beach walking with my coffee.  Sunbella found a tiny hole at the horizon and shone through like a lighthouse beacon.  She retreated, then flooded her light through the layers of a triple-layer cake of clouds.  For her finale, she perched on top of a line break in the clouds and blasted down in a sheet of intense gold.  The day begins.
• While all this sunrising was going on:  people were snapping pictures like crazy, even the shell snatchers stopped to stare; a line of pelicans flew by with the perfect precision of the Rockettes, the lead bird would flap and each one behind would flap in their turn, then glide in turn, then dip; a fin broke out of the water and I heard the "Jaws" theme in my head (seems like it's going to be a musical day, huh?), then the rest of the dolphin rolled out of the water and another followed, until I spotted them somersaulting all over the place.  I returned to BlueWater Resort in a sweat, the air humid and no breeze.  The dichotomy of walking off the beach into the atrium decorated with a Christmas tree and wreaths and lighted snowman still shocks me.
• All this happened before 8am.  What else can the day bring?
• 9:30am  Went to McD's for wifi and breakfast.  Double bonus -- got 2 for the price of one Egg McMuffins (without bacon, of course) and hash browns, so now I'll have a freebie breakfast or lunch for another time.  I'm lovin it!
• Haven't done any serious writing in a couple of days.  Have I lost my creative mojo or am I just trying to work on the wrong projects?  Scary to want to sit down and write and then feel so lost about what to write.  Looking for a sign or some inspiration.  Maybe I'll hear a song in my head?