Green palm trees still rattle in the wind in drought-stricken southern Texas. The Laguna Madre Bay’s blue waters glisten in the sun. Light rays kiss the highrises on South Padre Island and I am overwhelmed with the vivid colors of fall in the Rio Grande Valley.
I sit, iPad in hand, trying to paint a verbal picture of the stunning vista of the bay to the west and the Gulf of Mexico to the east. Life doesn’t get much better.I stopped at Paragraphs Bookstore where Joni and Griff busily prepared for the opening tomorrow of the Border Book Festival in Brownsville. Best part of the visit, as I walked in the door, Griff sat reading my book, Murder Takes a Ride. A set up – sure, but I loved it. Wish I'd had my camera!
Outdoors or in, there’s plenty to brighten my day.I head home, across the causeway, as the afternoon settles into long shadows. A sailboat, three fishing boats and a sightseeing boat splash their own color against the intense blueness of the bay. The wind merely ruffles today instead of blowing, so the shallow bay waters radiate calm and serenity.
I catch glimpses of five Osprey starting their night-time hunt for food. Their white breasts and magnificent heads capture the last of the sun’s rays. One already has a fish in his talons.I turn in my driveway and wish I’d stayed on the island for the sunset.