Texas Winds

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No matter where I go, Texas winds find me.

They carry subtle scents that make old memories come alive. The miles don’t seem to matter nor do mountains, rivers, valleys, or streams. I can’t go far enough that Texas can’t find me.

Sometimes it flies in from the radio with one of those old songs or it floats down in the moonlight and tries to carry me away.

More than once, it has wakened me in the middle of the night with a soft whisper in my ear. “I’m still here”, it seems to say.

The thought makes my heart soar for Texas fun and all the memories I have locked inside.

I left Texas but I know Texas will never leave me. Texas will always say “Come home. Come home”. Oh, Mikey. If only. If only.

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UPDATE: I'm sorry this has been so slow in developing but the real world has been in the way and, I'm not ashamed to admit this, the memories I have to bring forth do not always inspire me to write. Instead, they make me want to play those old songs and wallow in the memories for too much time to admit. I do write, though, and there is much more coming soon -- filler for the notes and hints of events. Those words are coming.

I know it is hard to read a lot of disjointed notes and keep any kind of interest. The "meat" will find its way.

Let me add. I have written the last part. No, that is not really true. Jane wrote the last part but I have finally come to realize that note, that long, painful note is the only way for this all to end.