ColumnsFiction & PoetryMuted Hopes of the Morning–Did you think I was talking about the weather?
Did you think I was talking about the weather? Since this is Texas, patience is a good virtue to covet. A state as independent as its size, you might expect lone stars everywhere. Even in the white and darkened clouds of the skies. You must be alert, he said, the variegated clouds can become a Lone Ranger. The highway into her interiors undoes myths developed in a darkroom, To show clearly the stuff of legends;...










