They gather to applaud the sunset. "I'm here from Columbus, Ohio to escape the snow – – yeah, I'm working in insurance claims...there was a drone up there late at night." He points to the streaks of violet above the Gulf.
The dog throws up a piece of chili cheese dog right before hot pink flarees on the horizon-- just missing the Canadians sipping Millers on our shared sea wall.
Phosphorescent. A glow-in-the-dark jellyfish in hot still waters.
The Space Coast is another thing entirely, but still, there are drones. Up there.
"Hey hon, order me one of those limaritas."
Just before the green flash, everyone stands and a tiny old woman in a miniskirt rings the maritime bell.