I have a soul stretched thin by time and distance. Walking the streets of Austin I cant get it out of my mind. The very air itself hanging heavy was home. My family is no longer there but I feel I should be. Eating pecans on Pecan St. Drinking Lone Star in the Capitol. My brother and his dreams left Austin behind. Why am I the only one who still longs for that home. My California dream is Austin. That is my air to breathe, not the dusty air of SoCal. Don't get me wrong, I love the salty air of the Ventura coast, where I have watched life and death on the beaches. And that is the part of California I love. But I can never get that heavy air of Austin out of my mind.