THE FLEET FOX

I am from the Hill Country.  Every time I drive down here I forget just how much it is a part of me.  It isn't like this massive swell of passion or anything like that.  It is just familiarity.  Like listening to the voice of your mother.  You have heard a ton of other voices, but you will find certain parts of yourself buried in such nuances, so gentle that they often surprise.  That is how I felt driving in today. The little things, like the dirt, or the lack thereof.  The way the grass and trees try to grow on such a thin layer atop massive slabs of limestone beneath us.  There is surely dirt in Dallas, but it is somehow different.  It is redder, and finer, kept damp by the surrounding marshland was built over.  There are no hills.  The only river is the Trinity, and all joy has been taken from it.    There are lots of lakes, but the people in Dallas don't seem intent on using them.  It is the little things.  It is good to be here, even for just a little while.  It is home.