That Texas Air

12.30 | Every night, while going to school at Texas, my roommate and I would open the window so let in the cool Texas air and I noticed some things that would always happen at night. Around midnight you could hear a trumpet player practicing. I don't know why, but all they would do is play notes up and down the scale. It was pretty cool. If you were to stay up late enough you could hear the train rolling along the tracks around two.

Every morning after I crawled out of my bed I usually looked out the window to see if there were any people walking by. I looked at what they were wearing to get a reference as to how hot or cold it was outside. Sometimes people deceived me by wearing jeans and a jacket on a hot day.

That was my typical routine while in Texas. Something about that Texas air that made trumpet players go up and down the scale and people wear jeans when its eighty degrees outside. Nights in Texas were pretty nice. The cool air going swirling around, perfect for going for a walk with someone around campus.

When my academic advisor asked me what I thought about the Texas weather I told her it had no personality because it was always the same. She thought that was funny and had never heard it like that before. Her name was Natalie, she grew up in Waco, graduated from Baylor, and was a great academic advisor.

So Natalie, this one goes out to you and to the country known as Texas.