The air was brisk, the sky a cloudy gray. Yesterday’s blue and sun were gone.
Brown leaves lay on the ground. Green cactus and viney things stood to the left and right of the path.
The dogs were happy to be out, pulling on their leashes, sniffing at the ground, dreaming of dashing off into the underbrush. The muddy ground was soft underfoot. Cardinals chipped in the thicket.
We ate our Christmas lunch, ham sandwiches and plantain chips from a lookout on the top of a hill with the city in the distance and the hills of the Hill Country rising up behind in the west.
Merry Christmas everyone.