Hawaiian Tropic

There was a hint of familiarity in the air

And then all at once a scent transported me back to another place and time.

 

We were packed into the car surrounded by inflatable objects and towels. The ice chest sat between us and the warm wind off of the Gulf of Mexico smelled of sand and salt and sea. The conversation in the car was electric and desultory due to the excitement that prevailed. Finally arriving at the tip of the Bolivar peninsula, we took the Ferry across to the island.

 

Once we arrived on the warm sand of Galveston beach we located a spot and set up camp for the day. To the background music of waves crashing and gull cries, we painted ourselves with the Hawaiian Tropic Suntan Lotion. The familiar smell of coconut oil promising a good day at the beach.

 

I realized that a guest was speaking to me as my mind snapped back to reality’s portal. Looking to my left I spotted the candle. The jar label said it was Coconut Beach. But for a brief moment, at least for me, it was a blast from the past, it was Hawaiian Tropic!