Worshipping my way 11/13/11

• Sunbella was already up, past the tangle of clouds, when I made it to the balcony.  Her energy bathed my face in warmth, like palms cradling my cheeks.  I drank it in until she drifted past the balcony.  The day begins.
• Took my coffee and notebook to the beach deck and got in a little writing.  Had a good chat with my Special Guy D.  He works nights, so he was saying "have a fun day, Sweetheart" while I was saying "good night and sleep well, Sweetie."  It's weird but we make it work.
• The nearly high-tide beach was alive with people, some barefooting in the waves, most snatching up the sea bling Mother Ocean was slapping on the sand.  I joined them.  The air was thick and salty in my nose, no breeze to dilute it.  I walked north to Withers Swash Boardwalk at 4th Ave South.  50 degrees never felt so good.
• Walked back down Ocean Blvd.  I could still see the ocean between resorts but couldn't hear her.  Only the splish splash of hotel fountains and pools, the whoosh of cars rolling by, the occasional flap of Clemson Tiger and Carolina Gamecock flags pridefully perched atop those cars.  Walked 32 blocks, 40 minutes start to finish.  No matter what else happens, it has already been a good day.