6.20.12

As we drive towards San Angelo under cover of night, the lights of the city slowly appear out of the inky blackness and I marvel at the strange tug in my heart. Perhaps I am more attached to this place, with it's gentle, flat landscape and a sky that stretches as far as the eye can see. Tomorrow, I know I'll wake up and curse the danged heat and the wind and the empty dryness, but for now, this moment, it feels like coming home.