The Beach

A day at the beach can be judgmental.  Have you progressed or are the variables the same?  This is most applicable to my own life because of the vast difference between the beach I grew up with and the one that I laid on this week.  The water is no longer the murky maroon of the gulf but a translucent fade between green and blue.  My sand has blossomed and each grain has become a rounded smooth stone. This most noticeably results in an absence of the pervasive phantom sand that can be found in your car, the back of your ears, and the lining of your swimsuit for hours after departure.  The seawall that was a constant landmark has figuratively fallen as all great walls eventually do.  Instead palm trees create the only necessary barrier.  I am no longer scooping up the mud sand to make sandcastles or to fling so accurately at mouths but instead diving into a refreshing novel devoid of any and all legal terminology.  I will return to Galveston Island, TX sometime soon this summer but for now I enjoy the distance between us and all that it implied by it.