The happiest day in Houston is always that of the first cold front. You awake to air so crisp you can actually feel the crack between seasons. You have to remember where you keep sweaters and such. At least a jacket. Surely you own a jacket, maybe even a long sleeve shirt, but where are these things? The summer was so long and hot you’ve forgotten they exist.
Personally I always like going to Caracol, one of my favorite restaurants, when the weather gets cool. I love seeing their beautiful Dia de Muertos altar and I find the delicious food so very comforting.
It was strange returning to the Galleria, though, my old stomping grounds, and parking close to my old townhouse. Sometimes I really miss living there. Or maybe I just miss that time in my life, and the promise it held.
