Delriotexas

There are no short drives across southwest Texas. Maps indicate mostly featureless terrain between distant dots of civilization. I love the nothingness out there. The space between. At a sizable dot called Del Rio I found an AirBnB, which turned out to be furnished as sparsely as the landscape. Not a single picture on any wall, no pots or pans, no armchair or couch, nor rugs on the floor. Morning did come, as illustrated here. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?”