We arrived at the bulb before sunrise in hopes of repeating the magical full moonset/sunrise swim from last month.
The sky had other plans for us.
Dramatic plumes of clouds greeted us: gray on gray, light on dark, swirling and changing moment to moment. Sheila, Arwen, and I were swimming this morning and we didn’t want to put our heads down lest we miss a moment of the drama unfolding in the sky above us.
The water roiled gently under and around us; in one direction it was metallic green, seemingly lit from below; and in the other, it looked like rivers of gold.
We sang songs about rain in hopes of inspiring a downpour, but alas, the clouds held onto their bounty until we were dressed and ready to leave. We had a brief moment where we considered undressing and going back in, but it was too cold so we enjoyed the (too brief) rainfall from the beach.