Goodbye, West Texas!

This morning I awoke at the Holland Hotel with trains whistling right in front of my window, the desert sunshine casting shadows, a vast expanse of sky, and the silhouettes of mountain-like formations not far off. I was sad to leave West Texas, though the long drive through the desert seemed promising still.

Tonight we’re in Fredericksburg, which is cute and full of Christmas lights, but can’t hold a candle to the beautiful landscapes we left behind. At least I stocked up on inspiration for many paintings, and reconnected with the desert feel I want to channel in the upcoming novel. Tomorrow it’s on to Austin, then back home on Wednesday. There is a frozen turkey waiting in my freezer, and a small dog in Galveston.

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