South Texas is a mysterious place. At first glance, not much here but a bunch of mesquite trees and tangles of live oaks. Plenty of moisture in the air, not always in the ground. Towns few and far between make a newcomer a little lonely and wondering where are the resources, the stores, the people. Move down to the coast and the pace of life is slow and steady, methodical as the wind billowing out, blowing light, pushing the shallow bay water up towards the shore.
We are settled in to our parents' condo for the week. Having breakfast on the balcony, we watch the pedestrian procession of dog walkers set to the beat of shrimp boat and barge motors out in the bay, punctuated with the caw-caw-p-caah of seagulls scavenging. We took note of one walker with exceptional ingenuity: leash lassoed around her own waist, her eager spaniel powered their walk.