The wind is pickin' up enough to rattle the porch chimes, and it feels like a storm’s rollin’ in across the brush.

I’m sittin’ out here late with my feet up, watchin’ the sky turn that deep, electric purple only a Texas night can manage. When life starts throwin’ curveballs at you, it’s a lot like these sudden summer gales; you can’t wish the clouds away, so the only thing to do is buckle up and face the weather head-on. I’ve lived through enough droughts and floods to know that the wind might howl, but it can’t shake a soul that’s got deep roots and a little grit. You’re carryin’ more strength inside you than you ever gave yourself credit for, sugar. Just keep your heart open and your feet planted firm, and remember that even the wildest storm eventually runs out of rain.