Funny how we get so used to our sunshiney days. The jorts [jean shorts… obvi], the over-sized sunglasses, the bikes abounding…
bike week logo by moi.
The nights of a light sweater. More bikes. Dinner at 9 because it’s finally getting dark. Still in jorts.
And then a breeze comes, a chill and so different from yesterday, you want to hibernate.
The temperature drops to the forties and the town retracts like a sand crab to it’s shell at your flashlight presence.
It’s all the sudden cups of tea, slippers, Bon Iver, your favorite sweater and finding new favorite artists.
Breathtaking.
So, I meant that to go on your post about the surprise visit to Tejas, but I’m blog-inept…sorry. This post was good, too, though. : )
ha… oh, i love love you MS.
sorry it’s taken me so long to respond… but, know that you are loved/awesome.