on the beach at 29th and Seawall, Galveston, Texas.
This was my childhood beach, where I played like a fish every summer between 5-13 years of age. As I watched I could feel my great aunt Boojy painting at her outdoor easel, I could almost see myself crawling over the breakers looking for unbroken angel wing shells and whole sand dollars as I took these. I drove all night through the pitch dark to see this sunrise, and I share it here with all the people past and present in my life here I thought of while it rose. Just a day like any other, but to me truly a new dawn.