There is life here.
Walking down these mostly deserted streets on a muggy Saturday afternoon, I remember thinking it was almost like something out of a movie. Small town Americana, just for me. Clean crooked little streets, flowers growing at every intersection, color popping from every surface and boarded up windows up above telling me about the way time doesn’t stop for anywhere
Getting here takes work. There really isn’t any way you can end up in center of this town unless you mean to. There’s no highway sideroad that inelegantly dumps you onto main street, no hidden farm road that meanders gently to the center. You aim for here, and with some help from the handy (and slightly misleading) signs posted on the outskirts of town, you make it. There are plenty of small town between here and the next big city, you don’t need to stop on your way to top off your tank or pick up a quick snack. There is a persistence to this town that I really like. Unlike my adventure in Pilot Point ,I well and truly aimed to be here.
This series i’m doing, where I go and explore random small towns here in east Texas….its hard to explain why except in the simplest way. I think…I think you can find beauty anywhere, and while my heart longs for mountains, cold oceans roaring on indifferent shores and winding coastal highways,ancient cities dripping in history and culture, museums with the bones of earth encased in them… All these things and more I wish for but, in the meantime and without holding back, I can find joy in this corner of Texas I call home.