In Houston, Texas, it’s partly cloudy
70 degrees, 94% humidity.
The air feels like a wet paper towel,
And it gets too dark too early now.
5:30 dinner feels like it’s night time,
Earlier dark means earlier sunrise,
Sleep through the sunlight, through 9:25,
Stay up for the moonlight.
Inside a dorm room, still on the Gulf Coast
It’s 72 but a North Pole wind blows.
Silver tinsel moves with A/C breezes.
String lights meant for evergreen trees and
Paper snowflakes stuck to the doorframe
Cut so that no two are the same.
In this kind of weather, it’s better like this
“It’s always snowy in Houston, Texas”
Written by Rynd M.
April is the cruelest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.
-T. S. Eliot
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