I've always been a sky freak. I love a great sunrise; interesting clouds no doubt cause those nearby to cringe at my unrelenting comments; a striking sunset makes me embarrassingly giddy.
And I ain't going to apologize - an interesting 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 edges into care giver.
Inevitable if you're blessed to have your folks live into old age, but I dare to pose that I'm not the only one that entered that door emotionally kicking and screaming in fine 2 year old fit fashion. Not because I don't want to return the favor of having taken care of me for quite a few years, of course,but 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 take a stroll, I set out to absorb some of my favorite time of day.
The rewards were plentiful: aquamarine low-lit skies, fragrant sea breeze laced with Live Oak perfume, bay water tickling a shelled beach, scrappy wildflowers, and seagulls mocking me from above.
A nice twilight walk ( okay...some wine, too) was a good ending to a couple of days of little sleep, and I reveled in the familiar sights of this old town that shared themselves with me this evening. Hope you enjoy them, too.