8:18
As I wander around this small, tourist town, I just keep thinking, “Why lighthouses?”
I’m walking in downtown Houston when a sign gets all in my business.
My daughter and I are gawking at a mushroom that is small, shiny and gaudy purple.
As the captain scans the watery expanse for feeding birds, I am distracted by thoughts of Simon Peter.
The taste of the berries, each one a burst of sweetness, is an extravagance.
As the sun rises over the bay, I am alone with a boat and a boyish longing for adventure.