I made a late evening hospital visit to Corpus. It was like a different city as traffic had cleared and an orange sun edged toward the waters of the bay. I crossed the "covered bridge" where crews will be working for months to scrape paint and bring added life to the Harbor Bridge. Passing through downtown, and by the city library, I noticed a man who had already selected his bed for the evening. Do mosquitoes bite transients? I know the Karankawa indians used bear grease to ward off the critters. There is a shortage of bear grease in Corpus.
There was a threesome, all dressed in black, and moving swiftly. One wore a blue sash across his chest like a scout might wear, if it were khaki. I did not see any merit badges displayed. They appeared to be all business. I was glad to be in the car. Returning to Rockport the sun had now dipped out of sight. It's rays were still splashing the skies with color. Hawks were scattered along the way, carefully spacing their distance from each other. Hawks do not like to be crowded by others. They would still take a fat vole or field mouse for an evening snack. Even a dove or careless sparrow would suffice.
Now the lights of cars and street lamps have changed the scene. I am glad to make the right turn at that strange STOP SIGN on 3036 that tells only the cars turning LEFT to stop. One better stay in the far right lane when he/she turns right. You can be ticketed or you can be sent on a trip to the emergency room.
The lights of our little home on Seventh Street were comforting. I was glad to leave the big city to it's own routines. Why are most "street people" men? They have a far better opportunity for work. Just wondering, as I remember the ones I saw this evening. My bed looks good. Thank you, Lord.
