...when my mind gets clouded and my stress level threatens to pop my head like an overinflated balloon. (I was going to say "like an overdue zit" but that was too gross.) I mentioned this in my last post about Big Bend, but the more time I spend away from there, the more I miss it.
There are places that have absolutely taken my breath away (I'm thinking Grand Canyon, San Francisco, New York City) but this place enlivens the senses with its newness and feels like home all at the same time. I must have been a songbird in West Texas in a past life. Or perhaps a javelina. Take a look: