Giant flags surround you. The city is straight off to your right. The sun shines off of the glossy windows. Reflections of buildings bounce off of their neighbors. Some buildings are brown, other are blue. As you head south and break out of the rush hour traffic the buildings become lost behind you, shrouded by the concrete of multiple interchanges. Below the interchanges and overpasses, homeless have tent and cardboard houses. Some of the tents are made out of blue tarps. Some of the homeless have clothes lines strung between to bush. Graffiti is on every overpass and concrete column.
You get through town and the traffic eases. A little further south you spot a large body of water, the Gulf of Mexico. The blue waves crash into the sparkling shore. You get down to Galveston and your parents drop you off while they go to the port. You and your sister walk down to the beach and mess around in the sand and water a while. The sand is gritty beneath you feet and the water is warm. The water is also brown and cloudy for 100 yards out. You parents pick you and your sister up and then you find a hotel. You spend the rest of the night at the hotel relaxing. The room is cool. You put some waters in the freezer of the small, black hotel fridge and sit back. Your mom makes a cheese burger dinner which is very satisfying. You watch the sun set outside your window. It sets behind some trees and houses. Even after the sun has set you sit there staring out at the quiet, black world. You turn back into the room and go to bed.
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