I have been sitting on the side of FM 152 for a few minutes. Just listening to the birds. Watching the clouds roll by. The breeze is cool. The sun peaks through occasionally offering a little bit of warmth.
Yellow and red wildflowers are all over the side of the road. Almost no cars are passing me by. It's peaceful.
The old rusted fence next to me looks like something out of one of the Texas paintings of my childhood.
Just before I stopped for a moment to take in the day, I crossed a bridge over a little creek. When I looked to my right, a wild turkey was meandering beside the water.