It was a little stretch of Park Boulevard where the city disappeared, and it didn’t seem like Texas anymore.
I could have been in Oz. I wouldn’t have been shocked at all to see a scarecrow. And there were no birds, no words; just the sudden appearance of autumn.
I passed a house that smelled like pumpkin spice. (Or maybe it was the trees or suspended in the breeze, a captive from a nearby restaurant…)