The light was INCREDIBLE. It was about 5:15 and a front was moving in - waves were building and the surfers were out in droves. Loitering the Seawall from their passenger seats, wetsuit legs draped over the lip of the concrete curb.
Families were out on blankets, playing in the sand, soaking up the final minutes of the day.
There was a drum duo, a rasta man who let IV play his little conga drum - IV's eyes were wide with amazement. He kept looking from one man to the other, so intensely. It made me wonder if there was a spirit, something inside these men, so intently keeping the rhythm, that connected with IV's soul and mind. He just could not stop staring at them.
We saw a young boy standing high on top of a concrete pillar at Menard Park, making a proclamation of sorts, preaching whatever young boys preach about basketball, bubblegum and girls, most likely.
We walked to Murdochs and gave her a big, ol' hug. She is magnificent. She is bright and shiny and blue with perfectly striped awnings. The waves lap against her strong foundation. We can tell that she just can't wait for summer's crowds, ice cream and sunscreen.
We walked past the lonely Flagship. We saw this message crafted out of trash on the beach next to her - "BEST CASE" it read. IV and I are not so sure about that.
Summer is drawing to a close. IV and I inhaled the last of the dusk and loaded up, headed for home.
Goodbye sweet Summer - we will miss you dearly.
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Oh how we love Galveston. One day...I might just live there myself Liz!
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