Charming West Texas, you give me faith in humanity. Updated.

A short tale of a small, West Texas town and the happenings of a woman on a scooter: 

There are some moments that you are able to be a part of that restore your faith in humanity, at least for a little bit, now and then. I admit that most of the time, I find myself in a bit of a hurry and adopting those “city slicker” moods when I come back to this area fondly referred to as “West Texas”. It is a charming area, where people still find time to stop and chat to one another before they go on their way. Of course, everyone here is more and more “busy” being modern and in a rush to get anywhere else, but they still have moments when that old-time charm creeps into their bones and takes over for a moment. These are the memories of Home I’ll always cherish and never cease to amaze me when I am able to bear witness to them happening in today’s world.   Continue reading