Pale Blues in January


January in the south of Texas; when the beaches are empty and the streets have only locals riding about on bicycles. You are greeted by the calming sound of waves and the outstretch of sand that goes on for miles. The sand seems to have been untouched for months, with some places holding only evidence of your existence. Although it is still winter, somehow, on that particular long weekend, the weather was warm enough to walk around in spring attire, with only a light sweater tied around your waist.

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