Naturally Kiawah Magazine Volume 31 | Page 12

10 No. 9 Number Skyscapes Of all the things I love about Kiawah, its gorgeous skyscapes capture the number one place in my heart. Mountains of cumulus clouds thrown against a cobalt sky make me drop whatever I am doing so I can watch them move across the sky. One summer evening I was standing in the middle of Terrapin Island, watching an amazing color display after the sun sank below the horizon. I happened to turn around and there behind me was this gorgeous cumulus cloud reflecting the sun’s final rays. I will never forget. - Jane Iwan A Balm for My Soul Marshall Mize Days end slowly on Kiawah, especially those with blue sky and few clouds. So it was was one evening I cherish with vivid memory. Days that I travel to Kiawah begin with a torrid pace. I am focused on arrival while accomplishing all the tasks that stand in my way. Finally I settled into a favorite chair on the deck overlooking the ocean and the golf course at Turtle Point. The stress of the day melted away and the restful scene provided a balm for my soul. It always does. The only noise was the ever-present sound of the waves and the occasional cry of a gull. I sat for at least two hours watching the day fade into night. First the sun was a fiery ball just above the horizon. It slowly slipped from view and the colors changed to orange, pink and purple until only the deep blue of the sky remained. Soon it too would be gone, replaced by greens and grays that would vanish into darkness. I watched a hawk fly overhead, looking for a last morsel before heading for its roost. Then, out past the breakers, a lone dolphin swam from east to west as if going home to the cut between Kiawah and Seabrook. A buck appeared. He was soon joined by two friends. They grazed along the fairway and cautiously stood watching and listening. Suddenly their ears stood up and all three trotted out of sight. The reason? A pair of bobcats walked onto the fairway. I had seen them before. With total freedom and playful delight, they frolicked on the green, retreating into the understory after tiring of their unbridled exercise. The day was ending; dusk had arrived. With it, an almost full moon rose in the east, bringing another source of light and grandeur to the dunes and sea. A gentle breeze came from the south, floating in the nighttime aroma of the dunes. It is a special fragrance that never exists in daylight, so poignant one can almost taste it. I continued my reverie for a while longer, then retired inside to await tomorrow, knowing that the new day would bring another chance to experience the Island we call Kiawah, and a very fortunate few call home. - Photograph courtesy of Pamela Cohen