Moisture hangs in the air, it drapes like a cloak weighing heavy on shoulders that are already drooped from the deprivation of sunshine. It sets the mood for a depressing movie. Damp, wet, moldy walls and ivy grows everywhere.
This is Texas. Land of cactus and horses and dry, dusty trails. It sure would be difficult to argue for global warming's lasting effects at the moment. Stock tanks are full, the rivers are exceeding their banks and the kayaking is like a western river in spring floods. Big water, big waves and lots of wood to duck.
I think I am going thru vitamin "D" withdrawal. I need the sun, and it would let me get some work done as well.
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