I ain’t got a dime but what I got is mine
I ain’t rich but Lord I’m free
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s where I’ll be
-George Strait
Pulled in at 1 am and fell into the beds at the Best Western. I40 music lulled me to sleep. There’s a little girl eating a waffle too big for face across the lobby; she’s wearing the same jacket my daughter has on most days and it made my heart ache a little. As soon as we eat we pull out and head to Dallas. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the sun in Amarillo.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 