Looks like the island won again! Not a face mask in sight:) Everyone knows germs hate salt air, salt water, and sunshine. No self respecting germ would try and survive our Texas heat. I really thought the island might sink this time under the weight of all those happy beach goers descending on Galveston like prisoners who hadn’t seen sunshine in a year. Boogie boards, pink flamingo floats, fishermen, gulls, and even the ice cream man couldn’t resist this beautiful weekend. For me it was soul-reviving. We’re still America, home of the brave. As a “mature” American, I did keep my distance while shuffling through the tide and soaking up the joy all around me.

After such a nice beach walk, Panama Jack (my bike:) and I just had to tour the seawall and pick up a “Rita” at my favorite ice cream shop. There wasn’t an inch of parking left on this weekend. It did my heart good to see people lining up for the best smoothies on the island, a respectful distance from each other. I saw more kindness, and more courtesy than I have seen in many years. There was more careful consideration for each other, which is certainly a silver lining to this particular virus. Even the muscle cars that traditional line up at the end of the seawall kept respectful distance. The only real sign of concern flew from the back of a plane, warning to stay 6 feet apart.

Nothing seems different back home at Diamond Beach. All the rentals were filled, the swim up bar was open, the lazy river was floated, and the pool was filled with laughter from happy children. God is in His Heaven ~ all is right with the world:)