Burstin' Out of the Bubble

Three days off of work, two days away in Denton. Long car drives, blasting country and mexican and hip hop and rock for hours on the road with the hair breezing along with the wind. Sunburns from swimming and sitting outside coffee shops deep in interest of each others words. Clouds synonymous to us humans, constantly moving and reforming. Sometimes they block the natural harshness of this world, sometimes they let it through. Polaroid shots of the tall & white Sam Houston, an improv hair cut, a hair cutter on a smoke break, a Bob Dylan poser, and tree climbing with rain boots on. Running in a tornado rain storm. Jumping into Lake Madison, hoping the big mouth bass don't bite. Laying on a dock eating banana bread made by a reformed ex meth addict. Vegan grocery food. Judging a man I haven't met by all his possessions. Good mornings on the porch, friendly strangers extending hellos. Freckles on my lips from rays squeezing between clouds. Troops of future students passing through my recent past. Tennis courts and a dry river bed full of midget frogs. World Cup mode and an injured dog. Never have I ever!