Gulfport is vacant, the miles of white sand beaches are empty. Could it be the overcast of clouds and the threat of a good thunderstorm nearby keeping all tucked inside. I love sharing the beach with only my travel companion and the company of sandpipers; A blue heron sits in a perfect pose until we pass by, he is disturbed by our presence. Our beach cottage one block away will provide refuge from the rain and thunder, and now on its arrival is mighty and tranquil at the same time.
Playing games, walking the beach, smelling the Magnolia flowers, listening to the birds sing, sharing laughs, sunshine and the smell of rain is how I will remember Gulfport, I feel at home walking barefoot on the beach; Where is home to you? Where are we really from?