The cold weather is here at last. In East Texas it does not get "that" cold, but still cold enough to give you a chill.
When December and January roll around, and the cold weather starts to blow in, I think of my teenage years. The memories are still there of camping along the marsh, with the northern winds blowing overhead. On the edge of the marsh there are few tree to stop the wind, so it blows right through.
How I miss those days with my buddies, all I have now are memories. Real life keeps us apart (my friends and I), we have adult duties, like taking care of our kids, or going to work.
The places where we used to go camping are overgrown with weeds, kinda like our lives. Back then things were simple. But now things are a lot more complex, and it seems that weeds grow up around our lives that stop us from doing the things we want.
Maybe one day I can get back out to the woods and feel the cold night air.
