This morning our level of Dog Island Ass had decreased dramatically and I wanted to take a walk.
As I mentioned before, walking is one of the main activities available on the island and one I enjoy. Mr. Moon wanted to go with me and so we packed up some water and took off down the bay to the west and then proceeded to do what we so often do which is to completely misjudge time and distance.
By the time we got back we had been walking for two and one half hours and Mr. Moon has a blister on the bottom of one foot.
I am famous for this. One year Jessie and I came down to the island for her spring break and every day I would coax her out for a walk and swear that it would just be a "short" one and every day we'd end up walking halfway around the island. By accident.
So now Mr Moon and I have seriously relapsed into DIA and I'm sure I'm sunburned on top of everything. It was a good walk, though, and we were able to see firsthand the shifting shape of the island, the constant reapportioning of the sand.
The part of the island known as "the narrows" is just about to be known as "the channel between Little and Big Dogs." Here's a house which was built as a bay front house and which still is and yet which is also now more than intimate with the Gulf.
Okay. I don't know where that picture is going to be but it's in here somewhere.
I also found two Moon shells, one quite large and one enormous.
I was thrilled.
And we took a dip in the Gulf and saw stingrays and needlefish in the bay and many pelicans and those tiny birds which run before you on the beach and I know they are saying, "Why are they following us? They are still following us," and so forth until they remember they can fly and rise up all as one, having taken wing all aflutter and we laugh and plod on with our earthbound human feet, sometimes on dry sand and sometimes splashing through the saltwater and when we got home we sighed with relief and had a beer and some shrimp.
Oh lord. It's been a good day.