Here in Brownsville, it’s very warm. Clouds are racing across the sky. The sun is shining thru. Not even a breeze though. There is a stillness in the air.
Galveston Island checking in. The fish have been properly terrorized and/or fitted with brand new ‘lip rings.’ (Bayside only.) One lovely red drum decided to join me for dinner.
Breezy, winds straight West.
Prayers for y’all down there in Brownsville.