This Is Us

Photo: Grace Wood

Near the bleached slave fort, the ocean daybreak light courses in like silver-gold lava, so bright it could burn the sight of anyone who looked too directly— a watery solar eclipse, throwing shine to narrow shadows, and prove it could do what the moon did to conquer the darkness. Waves overlap in tattered ruffles of cream chiffon, tulle, lace, like millions of foot-cold brides discarded their wedding dresses to try to…