Remember when it was all cold and rainy and we went out to the looking place. There was that rare storm on the ocean between the islands and the coast. The wind was blowing hard. But it was the lightning that was staggering. Some of it even stayed in the clouds, having their little disco rave while we watched. Hoping the party would stay over the ocean. The next day, when the sun shone, the Daily Nexus ran pictures.
That is what it felt like today when I overheard this whispered conversation.
That is where I got up and walked away. Only in Texas, mi amigos, only in Texas.