April means roadside wildflowers, baseball, and daytime highs perfect for laying in a hammock. At least it used to. I probably won’t get to see a bluebonnet this year, or get a sunburn at a ball game. I won’t feel the thickness of the air as temperatures start to reach ninety. And for a moment I’m sad, and while I’ll always miss those things, what I will get to experience brings its own joy.
I hope I never get used to seeing mountains on the horizon, or reflecting back across the lake.
Or the beauty of the fog settling in on a rainy day.
While this place will never be Texas, it’s growing on me. I’m starting to love it for its own beauty, it stories. I’ll always love going home to Texas, but for now I’ll enjoy where I’m at. I’ll take in creation around me. I’ll watch baseball, in a jacket, while the locals eat clam chowder (seriously, someone back me up on how weird that is!) And I’ll be grateful for Washington.