Sometimes you need to stand in the wind. Sun on your face, tangled hair be damned. To walk barefoot in the sand. To sit on the steps and lean back, beer in hand and just breathe. Big, full belly breathing – the kind which calms and steadies the most nervous of hands. Recognizing no demands except the bird asking to be heard, the fly asking to be swatted, and the warm summer asking you to stay. I cross the rio where the Spaniards and Commanche crossed it and rode up the ot
