Wednesday, September 24, 2025
ESSAY - OLD MEMORIES, NICE, SAD, GOOD TO HAVE
Still dark, and raining, as I sit in my travel trailer at a casino RV park near the Ohio river in Indiana. I hear the drip, drip of the rain down the wall behind me, and the pitty-pat on the roof.
Safe, and warm(ish) in my flannel shirt and PJ bottoms, faux fireplace pretending it's putting out heat, but looking fireplace-ish enough in the dimly lit morning.
In the rotation, I remembered early morning fishing trips with my father, along the Gulf of Mexico.
Didn't catch much except a love for sunrise over the Gulf... and the memory of the water rolling into the shore, heard in the darkness more than seen, although, if the moon was bright enough, or the sun starting to push a few fingers over the horizon, you could see the white caps of the waves.
Hot coffee from my dad's thermos, maybe a sandwich my mom had packed.
Odd, here in Indiana, remembering old Florida mornings from over half a century ago.
Nice.
Sad, in a way.
Gone.
Yet still around in my head and memories.
Labels: boyhood, donovan baldwin, fishing, Gulf Of Mexico, memories
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 10:52 AM 
