the Last June Bug

It is an absolutely beautiful night after the first beautiful day Austin's seen in a while. There are hundreds of broken up clouds, and the wind is rushing them across the sky over an incredibly bright full moon. The wind even feels good - not hot or humid. It's the kind of night that makes me want to sit outside with a good friend all night drinking beer and talking. We would define and theorize about love, relationships, those people who we used to know who somehow faded from view. It would be a good night.

There is one June Bug on it's back on our sidewalk. It's scrambling to flip it's self back over. I haven't seen any in a while I'm guessing he's the last of them and it looks like he's on his way out.