i’m realizing i stare at the sky a lot.
Especially after a storm.
I love the smell of oily, dirty asphalt with fresh rain. I love how sounds seem muffled. Cars drive slower (especially in Dallas, we’re scared of weather).
Plants are laden with fresh nourishment. Wilted from thick drops balancing on their small leaves.
I drove by the lake and was the only person out there. The sky was loud with happy bird song. My skin was damp with the warm, heavy air.
It’s easy to move slow, wander in thought, get caught staring out windows.
One of the things I love about Texas is just as quick as the storm came, the sun will break through the clouds and it’s rays will burn off the lingering moodiness.
