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The end of September,
my sister called with an unexpected treat—a few days with her and her husband
at her favorite place, Rockport, Texas.
Everyone I know spends time in this small beach town. For my sister, it
represents rest and relaxation coupled with finding unique items at one of the many
shops in town. Rockport is her place to annually indulge in sleeping late and
eating out. Sometimes she fishes with her husband, but often she devours a
stack of books that they always bring along.
I’d never been to
Rockport. Every year, various friends post pictures from their weekend adventures.
Some rent places for the entire summer. A few have purchased their second homes
in the small beach town. I couldn’t wait to experience the place so many people
love wholeheartedly.
As the rental house
faced east, I bounced out of bed each morning in anticipation of catching the
perfect sunrise. Cloud cover and rain lent interest to the first day. Each day, I walked along the road that hugged the
beach, taking pictures of piers and rocks. A marshy area of shallow water
mirrored the grasses and sky. A pelican pair swam nearby while seagulls ripped
across the sky.
Upon leaving this
port of rest, I promised myself to make at least a day trip there soon.
Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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