The Little Things

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A few minutes ago my sisters, brother, and I took a quick walk around the neighborhood. It was nice; finally got to breathe in some natural, beautiful air. Texas summer nights are a whole lot better than the days where the occurence of a heat stroke may not be far off. My brother and I took turns trying to be bad-asses by sitting in the middle of the street whenever cars were gone.


And here I am doing something that I cannot explain..


And now after eating homemade hummus with pretzels along with the addition of some good music, I am pretty content.