the girl in her summer dresses

it’s funny how sprawling by your closest window unit can bring up memories of san antonio summers past, each one surprisingly different in this city that never changes. then again differences are easily measured against the likenesses. the day again belongs to a development company in florida, dealing out scissor trusses by the handful. somewhere in there though i’m preparing to run meetings at city hall. the nights spent studying have simply switched from texas judicial procedures to certified wood ratings, yet are thankfully distracted by someone strumming songs on the couch. and the spurs, god bless them, win again giving way to downtown pandemonium of which this time i contribute. it’s a little less observation and a little more action.

riding around in strangers’ pickup beds through an ad hoc humid parade of late night gridlock kind of makes you feel like you’ve arrived…we’ve arrived…with decorative brooms in hand. it’s everything we’ve been working for. lying around by that humming AC let’s you wonder what’s next.

either way, let’s ignore the electric bill until october.