Its a humid overcast morning. I trek along the neighborhood sidewalk to the main street and follow the dismal grey concrete ribbon as the traffic whizzes by at speeds well above the limit. I cross the runoff slough and forge ahead to the neighborhood park and make my way to the track that circles the pond er "lake" they call it. It's only redeeming feature being the multitudes of ducks that live here...The ducks are always hungry and rush to greet you as you approach the "lake", seeming to be indignant to learn you are not carrying the familiar small plastic bread wrapper which contains the "manna" that makes up a large part of their diet. QUACK! QUACK! As though they are exclaiming "I got up for nothing!". The sweat rolls from my forehead and down my back as I make the turn to return home along the "stinky" slough, better known as the "scenic route"...I start to daydream that I will one day be able to make my daily along the white sandy shores of the MS Gulf coast...
It's a hot summer day. The sky is a deep blue with just a few puffy white clouds dotting the canopy as the sun beats down on the burning white sand. A large hammock sways in the salty breeze, where I rest, sipping the frozen concoction enshrined in song by Jimmy Buffet. The air swirls across my arms and legs feeling electrically charged as the grains of sand whisper across my skin. Catamarans cut the ocean waves, skimming across the water as the surf laps at the shore's edge. I watch the young women in their skimpy bikinis frolicking nearby in the surf or just soaking up o'l Sol's rays, some play volleyball, oblivious to the stares of the young boys, wide eyed and tripping over their own feet as they gaze longingly at the tan maidens on the beach. Nearby island music drifts through the scene as the smell of someone boiling seafood overtakes my senses..Life is good on the MS Gulf Coast, I go beach combing along the white sandy shore, wading the surf and feeling akin to the driftwood that washes up...recalling old memories of younger days on gulf coast beaches.
Suddenly I come upon a dead cat and realize I'm in big city Texas, ain't it great! NOT
