Deep in the heart of Texas
There was a time in my life where if you had told me I would one day spend part of a weekend walking through a field of wildflowers in Texas I never would have believed you.
I still find it hard to believe, even after living here for over a year.
Living in a city with tall trees and buildings makes the flatness sort of disappear. But out there in country there’s no avoiding it: I am homesick for the mountains. I miss their coolness even on the hottest days, I miss their smell and their stillness and their silence that really isn’t silence at all.
Or homesock, as I first typed it. One time I called my arms my yarns. The knitting has assimilated me.