Tuesday, June 19, 2007


You can feel it from the moment you step off the plane. The air here is different. This is a place filled with life, almost choked with it. You can pave over it all you want, but Houston will never forget that it's a wetlands.

Two delayed flights and another lost bag later I return to the house I grew up in, and I realize that I'm not home. I'm here, I'm in Houston, but I won't be home for another three weeks.


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