Austin — I break out of the mall, out of the Macy’s double doors, like a school kid at the end of a sunny day — out from the perfumed, sales-racked, unoffensive-music’ed world and into the Austin warm.
Asphalt radiates and the city rises three miles north. This is where my 15 begins today, first pull of humid air, hands blissfully empty of shopping. 15 takes me into my car, onto the highway and all the way to the grocery store.
Where is your song taking you today?