Quick change 12/21/11

• Aunt Peg said the Myrtle Beach sky changes faster than any she's ever seen.  It does.  When I hit the beach for my sunrise walk, ominous clouds were rolling in the west, looking like rain was holding just on the other side of Ocean Blvd.  North up the beach was blue haze, south purple-pink haze.  The air felt cool and moist on my face, thick with salt.  Mother Ocean was rocking and roiling (yes, roiling), her 3-foot waves crashing like thunder.
• A break in the eastern clouds allowed muted light to shine through as Sunbella got closer.  Blue sky took over between the now fluffy western clouds.  Sunbella made two distinct sunrises using the clouds as props, both muted, not her usual verve.  I kept walking, waiting for more.  Just as Sunbella was blasting rays from behind a monster cloud and I could feel the crescendo of a "hallelujah" moment coming, more clouds crowded in and choked out her big finish. 
• Now everything is murky gray.  I've got lamps burning for light to write by.  But it's warm, 61 degrees, 88% humidity.  I love that, even if the humidity makes my hair a tangle of beach grass.
• I'm back to feeling my solo mojo, after my SGD's visit.  Didn't take long to take over the dining table again with dictionary and thesaurus and notebooks and steno pads and a different pen for each project.  Didn't take long to cover the coffee table with magazines and books, spread my junk back out into empty drawers, start sleeping toward the middle of the bed and throwing my legs over to find the cool spot, to eating and wearing and doing any dayum thing I want anytime I want.  It feels good to know my way again, not to be empty and lost.  But I still miss him.