Barely a Start

September 29, 2002

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My brother is holding onto Montana and is anticipating my arrival to join him, but I have yet to make up my mind. Should I go to Yellowstone? Should I go to Clear Lake to further my college education? Should I quit altogether, take my associate’s degree and run with it? It seems to me that I am no longer qualified to supply answers to such life altering questions.

Galveston was experiencing quite a bit of rain that day, but then some say that is the best time to go to the beach. During hurricane season, the ocean tends to remain unsteady due to the vast amount of tropical storms that occur in neighboring waters. The Gulf, in particular, experiences unseasonably cool water, stronger currents, healthier waves, and a steeper drop off. Although I was disappointed by the lack of sun, I am always one who welcomes an overcast sky. The ferry ride into East Beach was invigorating as a light steady rain shielded the sun from draining my remaining energy…I like the sun, I hate the sun, I like the sun, I hate the sun…too much time has passed for me to possibly finish this entry.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist