Back to Texas
This morning Adam and I got up early for our flight to Texas. The early morning is a good time to leave town - a good time to see the town in a different light. Just before the seven o’clock hour, dawn is safely past, but the sharp angle of the weak autumn sunlight satisfies us that the day hasn’t yet begun. On the corner of Oak and Washington, there was a man inside a not-yet-opened pizza franchise. Standing under the full and hard lights of the new business, behind an unfinished bar, he had tools in his hands, and looked to be working with a purpose.