02/04/2023
February 4, 2023. South Padre Island. We got to return to the beach today, a glorious 60 degree, sunny morning. We were solo for a while until a Winter Texan “J” and his Sheltie “Sailor” walked near. I asked if Buddy and Sailor could play and they were off and running, two tumbling, chasing, yipping balls of sheer joy.
The conversation amongst the humans included our connections to the island, how long we’ve been visiting or in our case, now residing, the changes in the island over time, the impact of Covid, the merits of renting our places to visitors or not, how lucky and blessed we are to be here, the coyotes and our encroachment on their habitat, the blissful return of nice weather. No politics. No religion.
Beach connections have a rhythm to them, like the tide coming in and receding. In this new, mostly maskless post-pandemic phase, we are finding our way again with one another. With each new encounter, we are hoping our beach acquaintance lost no one dear, escaped long Covid, is not angry with the world. We commiserate when stories of losses are shared. We share our own. We are relieved to be alive and smiling, squinting to the Telltales and the sun.