Springtime In Texas

Days like this, the lazy Texas wind thrills me to the core. A reunion with a long-time friend. And the changes along the stretch between look smaller. The passing of time forgets a few of its trespasses. Mostly this happens in the Spring, when the air is heavily pregnant with the scent of honey-suckle and weed. The things taken for granted are easier to remember when things are looking up. I sip on a beer and lean against my truck for a moment, letting the sunlight bathe my face untill I'm clean again.