I wrote this last summer on my back porch. By candlelight. Unfortunately, even the suburbs of Houston are not conducive to meditation on nature.

I tried to admire the beautiful moon
But the city lights distracted me
I tried to listen to the crickets chirp
But the road noise was overpowering
I tried to inhale a breath of fresh air
But I smelled only chemical waste
I tried to enjoy the midsummer night
But all I could feel was the haze

In other news, I am simultaneously ready for winter to be over and dreading the approach of summer. But life is good, because God is Good.