As you fly through the nothing-filled, interstate-landscape of West Texas, try not to run over her spirit.
Weary trailers, holy from a decade of sacrifice and solitude will greet you. Vacant towns count hours until the sun spills its yolk onto the horizon. To appreciate West Texas you will surrender your pace to her unconventional beauty. Her desolate solitude is a porthole. “Where my spirit can be free“ -Willie Nelson