I push the shade up, pressing into morning clouds. A tree I hadn’t noticed before stands pregnant with bulging citrus. Maybe I will enlist the juicer later. And then again, maybe I won’t. The patio rests under a vellum of grey, then seconds later the sun is revealed at full wattage again. I tell Matt about my dream–spiders, explosions, floods, tornado clouds, butterflies, lay-away options and poker games. He plucks and sings the song he has been learning… “Lately I’ve been running on faith, but what else can a poor boy do? But my world will be right, when love comes over you…” The low bass line of the neighboring gardener’s music thumps a distant drone, a background to the persistent in-and-out of water-flopping by the mullets. The clapping of small currents against the dock sync in time with that of a hammer and saw blade from a nearby construction site. The music this morning is a unique heartbeat; a pulse of Texas I haven’t heard before. I am enamored. I am grateful to have the ears to hear it.
We are going to the beach today. I am excited to get to our hotel and swim in the pool and ocean!