It's beautiful

I bet it's still beautiful. The weather report shows thunderstorms but they never show up. It's a golden city, Austin. Golden smiles, golden hearts and golden souls. Homesick is the word. There is a lump in my chest big as the state of Texas and not an hour goes by without a teary eye. Here the city is gray. I choose to use my brown tinted sunglasses to make things look a bit more colorful. I'm thinking back and I'm thinking of the future. This is what has been and also what is to come. The chapter here is over, finished, done.