Sunday morning we watched the sun rise over downtown Houston through the window of our hotel room by the loop highway, and what dialed up with first light was a ready-made book cover for some 1970s science fiction novel set in the overheated future of 2022, the office towers of the global petrochemical giants bathed in a weird haze that you wanted to convince yourself was just some tropical springtime fog, but the air quality warning on the weather bot let you know was more than natural moisture. It was uncomfortably beautiful with its dissolved palette of oranges, greens and grays composed in a perfect horizontal bleed, an auspice that we should alter our plans and take our kid to the
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