On December 5, I write poolside. Barefoot. My herbs are lush and vigorous, relieved to have survived the blazing summer.
Hole-in-the-wall restaurants, tucked into favorite neighborhoods, satiate Tex-Mex cravings. Cheese enchiladas with extra jalapeños, gooey white queso so amazing I could eat like soup. Top Shelf margaritas, hold the salt. Did you save room for sopapillas?
Grand old ladies sit side by side, rooted to the ground for one hundred years, proud and strong with perfectly aligned porches. Overnight, garland adorns columns. Swags of red berries and bells replace fall wreaths. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
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| Munger Place, Dallas, Texas |
Lucy and Annabelle tug and strain on their leashes, then stop to greet neighbors and sniff out smells buried in dry grass. We gather with friends on Harry’s porch for happy hour.
A few blocks away, a tall green rectangle juts into the night sky, a floating box glows holiday red, a rotating sphere boasts a dazzling display of white lights. The heavens are illuminated by neon.
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| Dallas Skyline |
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