On Dust 2

Here in Texas, under that sky so large - screaming INSIGNIFICANT! with all it's might - a man can watch a storm rolling in from across the plain and wait in anticipation and never feel a single cool drop from that cloud. A man can watch and wait all day and eventually that storm may just rain itself right on out until nothing remains but a cool breeze at sunset - come rolling in pushing all the dust into little rivers that run up around the tires of that old truck and push into little piles there against the side of the porch and up on the window sills.

Here in Texas, a man can get mighty dry watching the storm clouds.

That dust that covers everything, for truly it is the dust calls this land it's domain. Here under that sun - savage and brutal in its fury - the reds and browns and tans swirling under furious winds and gentle breezes alike....that dust that covers all.