SPRING?

A week ago today it was dipping into the teens at night and rolling around in the 20s during the day. Then out of nowhere—pretty much overnight—it reaches 72 on Wednesday. That night the energy on Houston was incredible, people just felt sexier, and I suspect a lot of that has to do with dropping off about twenty pounds of clothing and feeling human again. The city started smelling ripe and the air was getting that delicious muddy texture you could see as a gradient from ground to sky. It was love. And not far from here that same night the shootings happened, about a half hour after these photos were taken.