Funny how we get so used to our sunshiney days. The jorts [jean shorts… obvi], the over-sized sunglasses, the bikes abounding…
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.
wull hay. 
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.