A month can change many things…
winter to spring…
longer days…
rain, with a chance of tornado…
new job…
new time zone…
city to the country…
“fresh air” (pretty sure it’s a cow, and not too fresh)…
cement slab to 18 acres of grass…
dry to humid…
new schools…
old friends…
tears for friends left behind…
HOME.
Home to fields and woods to get lost in.
Home to the roots we planted many years ago.
Home to grow.
Home to TEXAS.
…goodnight ya’all.
