There was a tropical feel to July's full moon as it rose over these har hills. A tiny bit of humidity still hung from the tease of cloud that had hovered over our high desert that week, as “monsoon season” played at breaking the drought. Nights now couldn't be more inviting for late summer night lounging (where's a hammock when you need one?). The moths and skeeters are incessant, the squash fatten to calf-size overnight, and the Chaco lines (or is it a dirt tan?) are beginning to look permanent.
“Revel in it now,” I remind myself... we've turned the corner toward Winter. That's right, Texas, Winter's on the march.
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| Photo, courtesy of my future-Texas-ex-pat friend Ryan. |
