Fall in Texas
The short drive from Travis Heights to Bouldin was dotted with people on porches. Yellow lights and thick air, summer is dying in Texas and the weather is changing. Crickets and cats know this. They appear in hoardes and convulse on the couch respectively. Fall time leaves gather in gutters and crunch under the tires of slowing vehicles. Lights take forever to change. Days shorten.
Earlier in the week were racquetball and conclusions. Racquetball is the game of second chances. Miss the shot and there's a back wall to hit it off of. This is important.
This is in no way related to ways in which the trees outside my office toss about in the wind. Nor is this related to what must be an energy conservation program at the capital wherein the lights of everything below the dome are shut off after midnight. This most definitely does not relate to Vegas, $50 plane flights, or tacky suits, the Junior League, Tivoli, imood, catnip, or icy sand.
Appologies, but this, please, is just a matter of chance.
--Posted 09/16/00 04:49AM