Footprints in the Sand

It's February, and that white stuff blown up in drifts against the fence should be snow, but it isn't. Instead, it's the sparkling white sands along the Gulf of Mexico on Florida's panhandle. Yep. We've left Texas for the time being (whatever that means), and are ourselves drifting into new territory. However, not really new because we were here many years ago when you could walk for miles and not see another person, let alone those high-rise monsters. Well, we all want a place on the beach, and there's just not enough space for all of us. Happily, on this side of the Gulf there aren't any high-rise oil platforms on the horizon. I rather like looking out across the water and seeing nothing but water.