we were driving towards rice tonite, and i could see all the streetlights and building lights in the background twinkling through the dense trees. i could see the majestic white columns striding over the broad steps to shepherd school of music. and it hit me suddenly that i really don't hate houston at all. i love it in fact. it's really quite a beautiful place. i got out of the car, and i was greeted by a chilly blast of cold wind (cold in houston? what a paradox). and normally i would have hated it, but i didn't. breathe in the wind, breathe in the air, breathe it all in so that u'll have memories of it.

memories. what are memories? they are like a glimpse, a quick flash of color and lines imprinted in your mind. i retain only some of the memories from my childhood, most of them are merely blurs by now, but some brightly vivid still. but houston. i will always remember houston.