In which I take the Bolivar Ferry for the first time in three years. It used to be a mode of transportation I used frequently back when I was dividing my life between Galveston and Beaumont. Today an art delivery took me down some familiar roads. It was a day of a lot of driving, but I did end up on the Island eventually where I got to walk with my friend both on the beach and downtown.
The day made me feel nostalgic, reminded me that I need a lot more salt air in my life.