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The Sky Is Falling

Updated: Aug 11, 2020

“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”

Chicken Little sounds the alarm and runs around in a tizzy of helpless despair.

Sound timely? Just timely procrastination.

Actually, I started this blog when my daughter gifted me this amazing photograph taken at Hunting Beach by Delk Haigler (, before safe at home and other coronavirus measures.

Sorry Chicken Little, but I prefer this Skyfall. A Lowcountry evening, the “evening out” moment when the day stands still and then sighs into the night, faithfully followed by the next “evening out” when the night pauses and then exhales into the day. Evenings that merge, almost imperceptibly, light into dark, dark into light.

The patterns of the Low Country are the same in the High Country, the mountains of SC. I left the sea after seven years for waterfalls and lakes, shimmering heat for rainforest damp and fog. But I still hear in my sleep the loggerheads, emerging from the sea to dig in the sand, plop their eggs into the nest, sighing with their labor. The loggerhead sea turtle has imprinted on my heart.

Skyfall, the stars falling onto the sea, lighting a path for night travelers ….and night listeners.

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