Not everyone is comfortable walking the hollowed grounds of old cemeteries, but it's something I enjoy. A cemetery is definitely one place you can be alone with your thoughts, at least in a temporal sense.
This time of year you'll find parents rushing to buy camping supplies in preparation of sending off their sons and daughters to sleep-away camps and nature trips. Such experiences are seminal, and ones we tend to remember clearly the rest of our lives.
Ever notice how things occassionally appear in the news that trigger a memory of one's youth? It makes me wonder if life isn't a big, circular event like an enormous merry-go-round, eventually coming full circle to witness experiences of youth, yet changed by the passing of time and the infection...
When you take a break and wander off, you're supposed to engage in activities that are relaxing, unwinding, or qualify as moments that take your breath away. Some may find this a bit corny, but I enjoy riding the Galveston ferry.
No other activity that I can think of mirrors the de-stressing of strolling lazily along a beach looking for seashells. Something about the intensity of visually searching the sand accompanied by constant surf sounds lends itself to this total escape.
Saturday a milestone of sorts occurred, but it's not likely that you read about it in your local paper or saw it on the evening news. The first true sign of spring occurred on the cobblestoned streets of downtown Galveston, Texas.