I've always been a sky freak. I relish a great sunrise; interesting clouds cause those nearby to cringe at my unrelenting comments; a striking sunset makes me embarrassingly giddy.
And I ain't gonna apologize; a decorated sky is the teacher's pet of the atmospheric classroom.
So when I find myself on the Texas Gulf Coast in my genetic hometown of Rockport -- a special place I've been coming for family time since I was conceived -- it's a looked forward to pleasure to grab a little exercise via a walk from my parents' home to the nearby beach road as the sun lowers over Aransas Bay.
This particular visit found me here unplanned due to some ongoing, unresolved health issues with my sweet momma. We're in the early throes of generational hand-off where adult child and aging parent begin to trade roles.
Inevitable if you're blessed to have your folks live into old age, but I speculate that I'm not the only one that entered that emotional door kicking and screaming in fine 2 year old fashion. Not because I don't want to return the favor of having fed, clothed, and put up with me for 19 years, but simply because I don't like seeing my parents become elderly. Can we push the rewind button, please and thank you?
With things in order enough to leave the house for a walk, I set out to absorb some of my favorite time of day.
The rewards were plentiful: aquamarine back-lit skies, fragrant sea breeze laced with Live Oak perfume, bay water tickling a shelled beach, seagulls mocking me from above, beds of scrappy Texas wildflowers.
A sweet twilight trek ( okay...some wine, too) was a good ending to a couple of days of little sleep, and I reveled in the comforting,familiar sights of this old town.
Hope you enjoy them, too.