Lightning over the Ravenel Bridge.

The bolts here are the branching horizontal kind and there are several at once, spreading across the top of the frame like roots, none of them reaching the ground. They turned the whole sky violet. Underneath, the bridge is lit and completely steady — towers white, cables fanning, the deck running off to the right with its lamps on and the orange glow of the far shore beneath it. Marsh grass sits dark across the bottom.

Violet and white over gold. The bridge holds still while the sky does not.