the drive.

East Texas.
I always forget how beautiful this place is.

I mean, I know how beautiful this place is,
but every time I drive home from the big city,
it never fails to capture my attention.
Like a slap in the face, in the best way.
As in, "Oh yeah, this place. I love it here."

Tall trees, big skies, and pick-up trucks.
There is something so comfortable and beautiful and peaceful
about small towns and middle-of-nowhere sunsets. 
Today especially.

Today, everything is green,
because nature is confused about what season it is.
I love spring, so I'm not complaining.
Sunshine, and a full heart, and Creation.
(And pick-up trucks and Dairy Queens.)

And God is there.
The sun sets through the trees
as I try to decide if I still need my sunglasses
and think about how neat it is that the Lord allows us to experience beauty
in intricate, simple moments like these.