Springtime in west Texas
Posted: March 21st, 2005, 9:28 am
Spring not only awakens the birds and bees and all the trees in west Texas but the winds start to blow. Up from the east, down from the north, heading south towards Mexico...it blows hard.
Around here in springtime, it is not unusual for telephone poles to snap, roofs to lift, and the skies are decorated with decarded plastic bags which bob about like crazy kites. I went out this morning with the dogs but didn't stay long as the wind chill and my hair beating my face was most unpleasant.
All day long the air conditioner will rattle, making you wonder if it will sprout wings and fly away and the windows will shake in my studio as the tree next to them beat a tempo only the wild things can dance to. The doves hunker down on the branches, feathers flipping up and down in the gusts, looking like overused dust rags.
All week, the winds are predicted to blow, its that time of year. Our brief respite is over, where the beauty of the desert in spring was blooming its head off...now it will just blow your head off. The winds do another thing to me, the dust not only seeps through the cracks and crevices but into my soul. The winds make me restless, distroy the calm not only outside but inside me as well. Everything is unsettled, nothing grounded...even concrete can take wing. It is springtime in west Texas.
SooZen
Around here in springtime, it is not unusual for telephone poles to snap, roofs to lift, and the skies are decorated with decarded plastic bags which bob about like crazy kites. I went out this morning with the dogs but didn't stay long as the wind chill and my hair beating my face was most unpleasant.
All day long the air conditioner will rattle, making you wonder if it will sprout wings and fly away and the windows will shake in my studio as the tree next to them beat a tempo only the wild things can dance to. The doves hunker down on the branches, feathers flipping up and down in the gusts, looking like overused dust rags.
All week, the winds are predicted to blow, its that time of year. Our brief respite is over, where the beauty of the desert in spring was blooming its head off...now it will just blow your head off. The winds do another thing to me, the dust not only seeps through the cracks and crevices but into my soul. The winds make me restless, distroy the calm not only outside but inside me as well. Everything is unsettled, nothing grounded...even concrete can take wing. It is springtime in west Texas.
SooZen