I have heard that Montana is called Big Sky Country. Picturing that in my mind has fascinated me for years. I have lived in claustrophobic places, where glimpes of the sky are all that is allowed. Fortunately, for a majority of my life I have been able to gaze westward across a 180 degree expanse of the Gulf of Mexico. The horizon is not infinity, it is Texas. Still, since 1992 when I first discovered Sunset Beach, it has become a sacred place to me.
A whole novel could be written about my time on that half mile strip of sand over the past 19 years, though I would not want to share those stories, at least not yet. For now I will only share the view that has given me solace and freedom of mind.