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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

re-opening unused paths...

Well, we made it to Boyd, TX. I'm sitting in an air-conditioned porch at my sister's house, which is just through the woods from my parents house, looking out at brown grass with a few green accents...and plenty of oak trees. It's about 100 degrees outside, and 80% humidity. Stifling, actually.

Still, this is the land I grew up on, the temperatures I endured for the first 33 years of my life. The sound if the cicada, the warm, humid, hot breeze, only refreshing after a dip in the pool, opens up long forgotten neural pathways of childhood memory. The blue jay's screeching, the tanager chirping, all these sounds of my former life, flooding into my ears and into my head making me see myself as a child running through the undergrowth and the bracken on some wild adventure of my own making. But everywhere, the heat, and the humidity, the sticky sweat on your skin causing anything to adhere to it like glue. That, too, is opening up memories.

On our drive down, we passed through five of the most beautiful states in the union, in my opinion. Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, and New Mexico. Three reds and two blues (last time around, that is), all four unique in their own way. Pictures do not do any of them justice. They must be seen with real eyes, not digital eyes, in order to be experienced fully. We're still uploading the pictures of that part of the trip, and I'll create a set of road trip pictures for you all to gander at, should you desire, in the very near future.

: toadman : at Wednesday, July 08, 2009 |