Parade to Sea

In August, there’s no early morning wind along this stretch of Texas coastline. It’s dead calm, so the sailboats sit at the docks, patiently awaiting the first stirring of a breeze.  By mid-morning, the hot sun beating on the parched earth has heated the air above the land, and just like a balloon, the hot air rises. Cooler air moves in from the sea, creating an on-shore breeze, and that is all the hope a sailor needs.

One after another, the sailboats parade out of the marinas, wind their way through the Kemah cut. They inch under the bridge, past the boardwalk, and out into the bay.  Here, they are surrounded by air and light and water.  Freedom and peace.

Parade to Sea