words: Larry Gore
The sunset created a vivid palette of colors and, like a kaleidoscope, the effect was changing by the second. In the background the rhythm of the crashing waves provided the percussion section, the wind added chimes to the music by slapping the rigging lines against the main masts of the sailboats in the marina. The melody was carried by soprano voices of the gulls gliding effortlessly on the updrafts of the gentle trade winds, in the distance the rumble of a cruise ship’s horn seemed to slide across the waves. Nature had just produced a perfect symphony solely for my personal enjoyment.
This is an Island – Galveston Island – and special moments such as this are frequent.