Texas. Everything feels different here. There is a cold front blowing in with the wind, and somehow the shivers feel different. Time moves differently.
I think I've finally come to appreciate this town. It's taken me 18 years living in it and 2 years missing it, but I think I've finally reached the point in my life where home is where the heart is. I like the way the cold wind here is something you toss your hair in. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy New York's cold too. I love the way it bites and I love the sigh after shedding all the coats. But Texas...
You know, this cold front was probably from the same chills I felt a couple of days ago waiting for the M60 on 125th. But, it's different.
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