It was early. The kind of early you experience when you aren’t sleeping in your own bed.
As I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a sugary soft sky, still shifting.
The light hadn’t settled, so the colors moved as the clouds floated by. The ocean rolled in, as if still holding onto the energy from the night before.
I had spent the night camping on the beach—an experience that played out differently than I planned.
The forecast said light showers. My tent had held up before, so I figured it would again. Especially with calm winds.
That’s not what happened.
It started as a light shower… then the wind picked up. As water made its way into the tent, I held on to the idea that it would pass quickly. A 15 minute blip, like it usually does on the gulf coast.
Nope.
The sky released its energy in waves—intense, then quiet. I dried what I could in the tent and tried to settle back in with a book.
I didn’t make it through a full chapter before the lightning started. I looked out and saw something I wasn’t expecting.
The night sky stretched heavy over the water, interrupted by flashes of light that revealed the waves beneath it— shifting, responding to something bigger than what I could see.
I just sat there… watching.
I reached for my phone, then I stopped. Maybe some moments don’t need to be captured to be remembered.
I packed up what I could before the rain returned, then moved into the car. Safe. Dry. Still watching. I decided that I needed to record it. I may never see anything like it again in this lifetime and the sky was showing out.
This morning, the sky was soft again.
Like none of it had happened.
So glad I captured the moment when I did.
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