After several long bursts of wind and a low distant roll of thunder, the wind is still, then it rises up again. Warm and fragrant, almost dream-like, everything seems unreal. From his boyhood Aaron never understood how the climate in his small patch of Texas could be so consistently inconsistent. The people both mercurial and solemn, pious and wild.
“This state is like a woman,” he said, as Moses sat on the dock watching the lake waver and undulate against the darkening sky. “And sometimes it’s like an abusive drunk. The kind of drunk who seduces his woman with such tenderness, such sweetness, that his explosive and violent outbursts are all the more terrifying.”
— from Aaron & Moses by Matthew Prosser