There is a place of clear skies, brilliant sun and hot dry air I know. It is a place I miss dearly. That beautiful arid state that is known for its beautiful wild flowers and cacti. Texas. I can hear it calling me. Last time I went in late March the air was dry but it was alive and green polka-dotted with brilliant hued flowers. I have finally convinced my mother that it is about time I get to visit my Aunt Joe, Uncle Steve, Aunt Mona and Aunt Christi. It hasn't been decided yet but I am probably going alone and I will probably be taking a Gray-hound bus or Amtrak. I'm excited if I actually get to go by myself I will finally get to experience something as a emancipated adult.
No comments:
Post a Comment