Here comes the sun 12/6/11

• Stepped out on the balcony in time to see the leftover moonshine dribble through a hole in the high clouds onto the ocean.  A streak of orange bled through gun-metal gray clouds clogging the horizon.
• Minutes later I hit the sand barefooted.  The beach was compact, only visible maybe ten blocks to the north, five to the south, bookended by fog instead of the piers I usually see.  No wind, 61 degrees, humid.
• I didn't expect a sunrise, but Sunbella cleared a stage when she was ready to shine and rose bright, bold.  Divalike.  
• Yesterday I speedwalked in sneakers.  Today I strolled, let my big toes play in the cool sand, welcomed Mother Ocean to splash me.
• By the time I got back to my place, there was more blue sky than clouds.  
• Talked to my SGD after he got home from work (he works nights), and it was a slick snowy-road morning with slide-offs everywhere back in Missouri.  I felt guilty for my barefoot beachwalk morning.  But I wouldn't trade.  No way.
• Finally got internet working so I could post this.  The sun is blinding, reflected off the resort next door.  It's time to slip on a bikini and take my work down to the ocean deck.