So, it’s spring here in Texas. Or rather, it’s the months that (for the rest of the world) usually signal Spring, but in Houston mean simply that it’s either hot, raining, or both. This happens to be the eternal wake-up-call
So, it’s spring here in Texas. Or rather, it’s the months that (for the rest of the world) usually signal Spring, but in Houston mean simply that it’s either hot, raining, or both. This happens to be the eternal wake-up-call